A woman who could always love would never grow old; and the love of mother and wife would often give or preserve many charms if it were not too often combined with parental and conjugal anger. There remains in the face of women who are naturally serene and peaceful, and of those rendered so by religion, an after-spring, and later an after-summer, the reflex of their most beautiful bloom.
Jean PaulFancy rules over two thirds of the universe, the past, and future, while reality is confined to the present
Jean PaulThe darkness of death is like the evening twilight; it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying.
Jean Paul