Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.
Jean PaulSorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.
Jean PaulI would rather dwell in the dim fog of superstition than in air rarefied to nothing by the air-pump of unbelief-in which the panting breast expires, vainly and convulsively gasping for breath.
Jean Paul