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.
Anger wishes that all mankind had only one neck; love, that it
had only one heart; grief, two tear-glands; read more
Anger wishes that all mankind had only one neck; love, that it
had only one heart; grief, two tear-glands; and pride, two bent
knees.
Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.
Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.
Variety of mere nothings gives more pleasure than uniformity of something.
Variety of mere nothings gives more pleasure than uniformity of something.