Destiny Is Consciousness Of Oneself, But Consciousness

Mark This Well, You Proud Men Of Action! You Are, After All, Nothing But Unconscious Instruments Of The Men Of Thought.

In The Soul Is The Awaking Of Consciousness: Consciousness Sets Itself Up As Reason, Awaking At One Bound To The Sense Of Its Rationality: And This Reason By Its Activity Emancipates Itself To Objectivity And The Consciousness Of Its Intelligent Unity.

The Nature Of Finite Things Is To Have The Seed Of Their Passing-away As Their Essential Being: The Hour Of Their Birth Is The Hour Of Their Death.

Only One Man Ever Understood Me, And He Didn't Understand Me

The People Are That Part Of The State That Does Not Know What It Wants.