We Learn From History That Man Can

The Soul Is Presupposed As A Ready-made Agent, Which Displays Such Features As Its Acts And Utterances, From Which We Can Learn What It Is, What Sort Of Faculties And Powers It Possesses -- All Without Being Aware That The Act And Utterance Of What The Soul Is Really Invests It With That Character In Our Conception And Makes It Reach A Higher Stage Of Being Than It Explicitly Had Before.

The Bud Disappears When The Blossom Breaks Through, And We Might Say That The Former Is Refuted By The Latter; In The Same Way When The Fruit Comes, The Blossom May Be Explained To Be A False Form Of The Plant's Existence, For The Fruit Appears As Its True Nature In Place Of The Blossom.

No Man Is A Hero To His Valet. This Is Not Because The Hero Is No Hero, But Because The Valet Is A Valet.

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.

In The Soul Is The Awaking Of Consciousness: Consciousness Sets Itself Up As Reason, Awaking At One Bound To The Sense Of Its Rationality: And This Reason By Its Activity Emancipates Itself To Objectivity And The Consciousness Of Its Intelligent Unity.