Maxioms by Jean Paul Richter
Night was drawing and closing her curtain up above the world, and
down beneath it.
Night was drawing and closing her curtain up above the world, and
down beneath it.
The gaurdian angels of life sometimes fly so high as to be beyond our sight, but they are always looking read more
The gaurdian angels of life sometimes fly so high as to be beyond our sight, but they are always looking down upon us.
Humanity is never so beautiful as when praying for forgiveness, or else forgiving another.
Humanity is never so beautiful as when praying for forgiveness, or else forgiving another.
Variety of mere nothings gives more pleasure than uniformity of something.
Variety of mere nothings gives more pleasure than uniformity of something.
How calmly may we commit ourselves to the hands of Him who bears up the world.
How calmly may we commit ourselves to the hands of Him who bears up the world.
