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Danh ngôn của Jean Paul (Sứ mệnh: 8)

The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
For sleep, riches and health to be truly enjoyed, they must be interrupted.
A timid person is frightened before a danger, a coward during the time, and a courageous person afterward.
God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.
Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.
Every man regards his own life as the New Year's Eve of time.
Be great in act, as you have been in thought.
Good actions ennoble us, we are the sons of our own deeds.
There is a joy in sorrow which none but a mourner can know.
Live your life and forget your age.
Age does not matter if the matter does not age.
Only actions give life strength; only moderation gives it charm.
What makes old age so sad is not that our joys but our hopes cease.
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.
Like a morning dream, life becomes more and more bright the longer we live, and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.
Strong characters are brought out by change of situation, and gentle ones by permanence.
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
Courage consists not in blindly overlooking danger, but in seeing it, and conquering it.
Men, like bullets, go farthest when they are smoothest.
Death gives us sleep, eternal youth, and immortality.
Humanity is never so beautiful as when praying for forgiveness, or else forgiving another.
The conscience of children is formed by the influences that surround them; their notions of good and evil are the result of the moral atmosphere they breathe.
Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.
The 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.
Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.
Sorrows gather around great souls as storms do around mountains; but, like them, they break the storm and purify the air of the plain beneath them.
The darkness of death is like the evening twilight; it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying.