Jean Paul
Jean Paul
Jean Paul, born Johann Paul Friedrich Richter, was a German Romantic writer, best known for his humorous novels and stories...
NationalityGerman
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth21 March 1763
CountryGermany
struggle party mean
The [Communist] Party has one objective: the creation of a socialist economy; and one means: the utilization of the class struggle.
people nausea reason
Nothing happens while you live. The scenery changes, people come in and go out, that's all. There are no beginnings. Days are tacked on to days without rhyme or reason, an interminable, monotonous addition.
men sheep kingdoms
A man who is free is like a mangy sheep in a herd. He will contaminate my entire kingdom and ruin my work.
certain anguish
It is certain that we cannot escape anguish, for we are anguish.
philosophical men
Man is condemned to be free
believe passion men
[M]an is condemned to be free. Condemned, because he did not create himself, in other respect is free; because, once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does. The Existentialist does not believe in the power of passion. He will never agree that a sweeping passion is a ravaging torrent which fatally leads a man to certain acts and is therefore an excuse. He thinks that man is responsible for his passion.
shapes forget my-thoughts
Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up; I forget them almost immediately.
smoking knows
I don't know. Everything. Living. Smoking.
men church knows
I know only one Church: it is the society of men.
thinking my-thoughts
My thought is me: that is why I cannot stop thinking. I exist because I think I cannot keep from thinking.
human-nature introspection
Introspection is always retrospection
humility institutions refuse
A writer must refuse to allow himself to be transformed into an institution.
tree together criticism
Criticism often takes from the tree caterpillars and blossoms together.
boredom long soul
Good digestions, the gray monotony of provincial life, and the boredom-ah the soul-destroying boredom-of long days of mild content.