Only One Man Ever Understood Me, And

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.

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.

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.

Life Has Value Only When It Has Something Valuable As Its Object.

Freedom Is The Fundamental Character Of The Will, As Weight Is Of Matter... That Which Is Free Is The Will. Will Without Freedom Is An Empty Word.