Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm. – Jean Paul
Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray. – Jean Paul
Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm. – Jean Paul
Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray. – Jean Paul
Beauty attracts us men but if, like an armed magnet it is pointed, beside, with gold and silver, it attracts with tenfold power. – Jean Paul
As winter strips the leaves from around us, so that we may see the distant regions they formerly concealed, so old age takes away our enjoyments only to enlarge the prospect of the coming eternity. – Jean Paul