The Substance, The Essence, The Spirit Is

Nothing Great Has Been And Nothing Great Can Be Accomplished Without Passion. It Is Only A Dead, Too Often, Indeed, A Hypocriticalmoralizing Which Inveighs Against The Form Of Passion As Such.

The Beginning Of Religion, More Precisely Its Content, Is The Concept Of Religion Itself, That God Is The Absolute Truth, The Truth Of All Things, And Subjectively That Religion Alone Is The Absolutely True Knoweldge.

Genuine Tragedy Is A Case Not Of Right Against Wrong But Of Right Against Right - Two Equally Justified Ethical Principles Embodied In People Of Unchangeable Will.

If We Go On To Cast A Look At The Fate Of These World-historical Persons, Whose Vocation It Was To Be The Agents Of The World-spirit, We Shall Find It To Have Been No Happy One. They Attained No Calm Enjoyment; Their Whole Life Was Labour And Trouble; Their Whole Nature Was Nought Else But Their Master—passion. When Their Object Is Attained They Fall Off Like Empty Hulls From The Kernel. They Die Early, Like Alexander; They Are Murdered, Like Caesar.

Whatever Happens, Every Individual Is A Child Of His Time; So Philosophy Too Is Its Own Time Apprehended In Thoughts. It Is Just As Absurd To Fancy That A Philosophy Can Transcend Its Contemporary World As It Is To Fancy That An Individual Can Overleap His Own Age, Jump Over Rhodes.