To Regard Such A Positive Mental Science

If An Artist May Say Nothing Except What He Has Invented By His Own Sole Efforts, It Stands To Reason He Will Be Poor In Ideas. If He Could Take What He Wants Wherever He Could Find It, As Euripides And Dante And Michelangelo And Shakespeare And Bach Were Free, His Larder Would Always Be Full, And His Cookery Might Be Worth Tasting.

The Aim Of Science Is To Apprehend This Purely Intelligible World As A Thing In Itself, An Object Which Is What It Is Independently Of All Thinking, And Thus Antithetical To The Sensible World.... The World Of Thought Is The Universal, The Timeless And Spaceless, The Absolutely Necessary, Whereas The World Of Sense Is The Contingent, The Changing And Moving Appearance Which Somehow Indicates Or Symbolizes It.

Classical Art Stands For Form; Romantic Art For Content.

To The Scientist, Nature Is Always And Merely A 'phenomenon,' Not In The Sense Of Being Defective In Reality, But In The Sense Of Being A Spectacle Presented To His Intelligent Observation; Whereas The Events Of History Are Never Mere Phenomena, Never Mere Spectacles For Contemplation, But Things Which The Historian Looks, Not At, But Through, To Discern The Thought Within Them.

Perfect Freedom Is Reserved For The Man Who Lives By His Own Work, And In That Work Does What He Wants To Do.