It Is Because The Method Of Physics

Reading The Morning Newspaper Is The Realist's Morning Prayer.

The Life Of God - The Life Which The Mind Apprehends And Enjoys As It Rises To The Absolute Unity Of All Things - May Be Described As A Play Of Love With Itself; But This Idea Sinks To An Edifying Truism, Or Even To A Platitude, When It Does Not Embrace In It The Earnestness, The Pain, The Patience, And Labor, Involved In The Negative Aspect Of Things.

The Sublime In Art Is The Attempt To Express The Infinite Without Finding In The Realm Of Phenomena Any Object Which Proves Itself Fitting For This Representation.

The Few Assume To Be The Deputies, But They Are Often Only The Despoilers Of The Many.

Everything That From Eternity Has Happened In Heaven And Earth, The Life Of God And All The Deeds Of Time Simply Are The Struggles For Spirit To Know Itself, To Find Itself, Be For Itself, And Finally Unite Itself To Itself; It Is Alienated And Divided, But Only So As To Be Able Thus To Find Itself And Return To Itself...as Existing In An Individual Form, This Liberation Is Called 'i'; As Developed To Its Totality, It Is Free Spirit; As Feeling, It Is Love; And As Enjoyment, It Is Blessedness.