The True Is The Whole.

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.

The History Of The World Is None Other Than The Progress Of The , Consciousness Of Freedom.

Once The State Has Been Founded, There Can No Longer Be Any Heroes. They Come On The Scene Only In Uncivilized Conditions.

We Assert Then That Nothing Has Been Accomplished Without Interest On The Part Of The Actors; And — If Interest Be Called Passion, Inasmuch As The Whole Individuality, To The Neglect Of All Other Actual Or Possible Interests And Claims, Is Devoted To An Object With Every Fibre Of Volition, Concentrating All Its Desires And Powers Upon It — We May Affirm Absolutely That Nothing Great In The World Has Been Accomplished Without Passion.

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