History As The Slaughter-bench

An Individual Piece Only Has Meaning When It Is Seen As Part Of The Whole.

The Spirit Is Never At Rest, But Always Engaged In Progressive Motion, Giving Itself New Form.

Philosophy Is By Its Nature Something Esoteric, Neither Made For The Mob Nor Capable Of Being Prepared For The Mob.

The Ignorant Man Is Not Free, Because What Confronts Him Is An Alien World, Something Outside Him And In The Offing, On Which He Depends, Without His Having Made This Foreign World For Himself And Therefore Without Being At Home In It By Himself As In Something His Own. The Impulse Of Curiosity, The Pressure For Knowledge, From The Lowest Level Up To The Highest Rung Of Philosophical Insight Arises Only From The Struggle To Cancel This Situation Of Unfreedom And To Make The World One's Own In One's Ideas And Thought.

Impatience Asks For The Impossible, Wants To Reach The Goal Without The Means Of Getting There. The Length Of The Journey Has To Be Borne With, For Every Moment Is Necessary.