We Learn From History That We Do

To Him Who Looks Upon The World Rationally, The World In Its Turn Presents A Rational Aspect. The Relation Is Mutual.

For Us, Mind Has Nature For Its Premise, Being Nature's Truth And For That Reason Its Absolute Prius. In This Truth Nature Has Vanished, And Mind Has Resulted As The Idea Arrived At Being-for-itself, The Object Of Which, As Well As The Subject, Is The Concept. This Identity Is Absolute Negativity, For Whereas In Nature The Concept Has Its Perfect External Objectivity, This Its Alienation Has Been Superseded, And In This Alienation The Concept Has Become Identical With Itself. But It Is This Identity Therefore, Only In Being A Return Out Of Nature.

I Have The Courage To Be Mistaken.

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.

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