Maxioms by Jean Paul Richter
What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.
What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.
How calmly may we commit ourselves to the hands of Him who bears up the world.
How calmly may we commit ourselves to the hands of Him who bears up the world.
Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.
Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.
Anger wishes that all mankind had only one neck; love, that it
had only one heart; grief, two tear-glands; read more
Anger wishes that all mankind had only one neck; love, that it
had only one heart; grief, two tear-glands; and pride, two bent
knees.
