History As The Slaughter-bench

The Owl Of Minerva Spreads Its Wings Only With The Falling Of The Dusk.

The History Of The World Is Not The Theatre Of Happiness. Periods Of Happiness Are Blank Pages In It, For They Are Periods Of Harmony--periods When The Antithesis Is In Abeyance.

The Nature Of Finite Things Is To Have The Seed Of Their Passing-away As Their Essential Being: The Hour Of Their Birth Is The Hour Of Their Death.

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.

We Must Have A New Mythology, But It Must Place Itself At The Service Of Ideas, It Must Become A Mythology Of Reason. Mythology Must Become Philosophical, So That The People May Become Rational, And Philosophy Must Become Mythological, So That Philosophers May Become Sensible. If We Do Not Give Ideas A Form That Is Aesthetic, I.e., Mythological, They Will Hold No Interest For People.