Maxioms by Jean Paul
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
No rest is worth anything except the rest that is earned.
No rest is worth anything except the rest that is earned.
The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
Idleness is many gathered miseries in one name.
Idleness is many gathered miseries in one name.
Brevity is the body and soul of wit.
Brevity is the body and soul of wit.
