Maxioms by Jean Paul Richter
What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.
What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.
Like the greatest virtue and the worst dogs, the fiercest hatred is silent.
Like the greatest virtue and the worst dogs, the fiercest hatred is silent.
The greatest hatred, like the greatest virtue and the worst dogs,
is silent.
[Ger., Der grosste Hass ist, read more
The greatest hatred, like the greatest virtue and the worst dogs,
is silent.
[Ger., Der grosste Hass ist, wie die grosste Tugend und die
schlimmsten Hunde, still.]
Our memories are the only paradise from which we can never be expelled.
Our memories are the only paradise from which we can never be expelled.
Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.
Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.
