What Is Reasonable Is Real; That Which

History As The Slaughter-bench

The Sole Work And Deed Of Universal Freedom Is Therefore Death, A Death Too Which Has No Inner Significance Or Filling, For What Is Negated Is The Empty Point Of The Absolutely Free Self. It Is Thus The Coldest And Meanest Of All Deaths, With No More Significance Than Cutting Off A Head Of Cabbage Or Swallowing A Mouthful Of Water.

If You Want To Love You Must Serve, If You Want Freedom You Must Die.

Whatever Is Reasonable Is True, And Whatever Is True Is Reasonable

We Assert Then That Nothing Has Been Accomplished Without Interest On The Part Of The Actors; And — If Interest Be Called Passion, Inasmuch As The Whole Individuality, To The Neglect Of All Other Actual Or Possible Interests And Claims, Is Devoted To An Object With Every Fibre Of Volition, Concentrating All Its Desires And Powers Upon It — We May Affirm Absolutely That Nothing Great In The World Has Been Accomplished Without Passion.