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
food people breakfast
Hell is other people at breakfast.
spring cutting use
I'd come to realize that all our troubles spring from our failure to use plain, clear-cut language.
sleep water tree
I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.
cycling life-is realizing
Handing over a bank note is enough to make a bicycle belong to me, but my entire life is needed to realize this possession.
fear heart secret-places
There were days when you peered into yourself, into the secret places of your heart, and what you saw there made you faint with horror. And then, next day, you didn't know what to make of it,you couldn't interpret the horror you had glimpsed the day before. Yes, you know what evil costs.
philosophy thinking complaining
It is therefore senseless to think of complaining since nothing foreign has decided what we feel, what we live, or what we are.
dream men somewhere-else
God is dead. Let us not understand by this that he does not exist or even that he no longer exists. He is dead. He spoke to us and is silent. We no longer have anything but his cadaver. Perhaps he slipped out of the world, somewhere else like the soul of a dead man. Perhaps he was only a dream...God is dead.
freedom responsibility men
Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.
beautiful may chaos
There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.
inspirational commitment interesting
Commitment is an act, not a word.
boredom too-much enough
What is boredom? It is when there is simultaneously too much and not enough.
philosophy war philosophical
When rich people fight wars with one another, poor people are the ones to die.
love inspirational undone
In love, one and one are one.
death existence-of-life existentialism
One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one's death, one dies one's life.