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
age reason age-of-reason
This then is the age of reason.
stars kings flower
Let it crumble! Let the rocks revile me and flowers wilt at my coming. Your whole universe is not enough to prove me wrong. You are the king of gods, king of stones and stars, king of the waves of the sea. But you are not the king of man.
excuse remedy
Outside nature, against nature, without excuse, beyond remedy, except what remedy I find within myself.
fall night devil
Night is falling: at dusk, you must have good eyesight to be able to tell the Good Lord from the Devil.
order trying might
I wanted the moments of my life to follow and order themselves like those of a life remembered. You might as well try and catch time by the tail.
mean heart flames
As for me, I am mean: that means that I need the suffering of others to exist. A flame. A flame in their hearts. When I am all alone, I am extinguished.
philosophical taken sunset
There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.
trust philosophical intelligent
Ah! yes, I know: those who see me rarely trust my word: I must look too intelligent to keep it.
peace war community
Total war is no longer war waged by all members of one national community against all those of another. It is total... because it may well involve the whole world.
years purple oil
I grow warm, I begin to feel happy. There is nothing extraordinary in this, it is a small happiness of Nausea: it spreads at the bottom of the viscous puddle, at the bottom of out time - the time of purple suspenders, and broken chair seats; it is made of white, soft instants, spreading at the edge, like an oil stain. No sooner than born, it is already old, it seems as though I have known it for twenty years.
adventure men people
This is what I thought: for the most banal even to become an adventure, you must (and this is enough) begin to recount it. This is what fools people: a man is always a teller of tales, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his own life as if he were telling a story. But you have to choose: live or tell.
world appearance whole
The appearance of the other in the world corresponds therefore to a congealed sliding of the whole universe.
essence existence
Existence is prior to essence.
use wanted my-own
I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have been dragged through I don't know how many consciences.