I 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 PaulTwo aged men, that had been foes for life, Met by a grave, and wept - and in those tears They washed away the memory of their strife; Then wept again the loss of all those years.
Jean PaulWoman and men of retiring timidity are cowardly only in dangers which affect themselves, but the first to rescue when others are in danger.
Jean Paul