Philosophy Is The History Of Philosophy.

When We Walk The Streets At Night In Safety, It Does Not Strike Us That This Might Be Otherwise. This Habit Of Feeling Safe Has Become Second Nature, And We Do Not Reflect On Just How This Is Due Solely To The Working Of Special Institutions. Commonplace Thinking Often Has The Impression That Force Holds The State Together, But In Fact Its Only Bond Is The Fundamental Sense Of Order Which Everybody Possesses.

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.

History Is Not The Soil Of Happiness. The Periods Of Happiness Are Blank Pages In It.

The Learner Always Begins By Finding Fault, But The Scholar Sees The Positive Merit In Everything.

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.