Only One Man Ever Understood Me, And

God Is The Absolute Truth...

Poetry Is The Universal Art Of The Spirit Which Has Become Free In Itself And Which Is Not Tied Down For Its Realization To External Sensuous Material; Instead, It Launches Out Exclusively In The Inner Space And The Inner Time Of Ideas And Feelings.

Africa Has No History And Did Not Contribute To Anything That Mankind Enjoyed.

The Essence Of The Modern State Is The Union Of The Universal With The Full Freedom Of The Particular, And With The Welfare Of Individuals.

Because Of Its Concrete Content, Sense-certainty Immediately Appears As The Richest Kind Of Knowledge, Indeed A Knowledge Of Infinite Wealth For Which No Bounds Can Be Found, Either When We Reach Out Into Space And Time In Which It Is Dispersed, Or When We Take A Bit Of This Wealth, And By Division Enter Into It. Moreover, Sense-certainty Appears To Be The Truest Knowledge ... But, In The Event, This Very Certainty Proves Itself To Be The Most Abstract And Poorest Truth. All That It Says About What It Knows Is Just That It Is; And Its Truth Contains Nothing But The Sheer Being Of The Thing.