Genuine Tragedy Is A Case Not Of

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.

No Man Is A Hero To His Valet De Chamber

History In General Is Therefore The Development Of Spirit In Time, As Nature Is The Development Of The Idea Is Space.

We Learn From History That We Do Not Learn From History

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.