Universal love is a glove without fingers, which fits all bands alike and none closely; but true affection is like a glove with fingers, which fits one hand only, and sits close to that one.
Jean PaulThe words that a father speaks to his children in the privacy of home are not heard by the world, but, as in whispering galleries, they are clearly heard at the end, and by posterity.
Jean PaulThe purer the golden vessel, the more readily is it bent; the higher worth of woman is sooner lost than that of man.
Jean PaulSorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.
Jean Paul