Maxioms by Jean Paul
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
No rest is worth anything except the rest that is earned.
No rest is worth anything except the rest that is earned.
Idleness is many gathered miseries in one name.
Idleness is many gathered miseries in one name.
God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.
God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.
