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
life world labor
What never vary are the necessities of being in the world, of having to labor and to die there.
hands ideas creating
I do not feel that I am the product of chance, a speck of dust in the universe, but someone who was expected, prepared, prefigured. In short, a being whom only a Creator could put here; and this idea of a creating hand refers to God.
dream blow want
The revolution you dream of is not ours. You don't want to change the world; you want to blow it up.
philosophical umpires issues
What do I care about Jupiter? Justice is a human issue, and I do not need a god to teach it to me.
mirrors wonder feels
When I can't see myself in the mirror, I can't even feel myself, and I begin to wonder if I exist at all.
spirituality behinds
Things are entirely what they appear to be and behind them... there is nothing.
love true-love one-love
Everything comes to us from others. To Be is to belong to someone.
peace war hatred
...Uncalled-for aggression arouses the hatred of the civilian population...
children father men
Words There is no good father, that's the rule. Don't lay the blame on men but on the bond of paternity, which is rotten. To beget children, nothing better; to have them, what iniquity!
men essence human-nature
Man's existence precedes his essence
life eye hands
We will not go to Heaven,Goetz, and even if we both entered it, we would not have eyes to see each other, nor hands to touch each other. Up there, God gets all the attention.... We can only love on this earth and against God.
hero coward heroic
The coward makes himself cowardly, the hero makes himself heroic.
eye body way
I clung to nothing, in a way I was calm. But it was a horrible calm—because of my body; my body, I saw with its eyes, I heard with its ears, but it was no longer me; it sweated and trembled by itself and I didn’t recognize it any more.
play enough priests
I am neither virgin nor priest enough to play with the inner life.