World History Is A Court Of Judgment.

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.

It Strikes Everyone In Beginning To Form An Acquaintance With The Treasures Of Indian Literature That A Land So Rich In Intellectual Products And Those Of The Profoundest Order Of Thought.

Because Of Its Concrete Content, Sense-certainty Immediately Appears As The Richest Kind Of Knowledge, Indeed A Knowledge Of Infinite Wealth For Which No Bounds Can Be Found, Either When We Reach Out Into Space And Time In Which It Is Dispersed, Or When We Take A Bit Of This Wealth, And By Division Enter Into It. Moreover, Sense-certainty Appears To Be The Truest Knowledge ... But, In The Event, This Very Certainty Proves Itself To Be The Most Abstract And Poorest Truth. All That It Says About What It Knows Is Just That It Is; And Its Truth Contains Nothing But The Sheer Being Of The Thing.

Public Opinion Contains All Kinds Of Falsity And Truth, But It Takes A Great Man To Find The Truth In It. The Great Man Of The Age Is The One Who Can Put Into Words The Will Of His Age, Tell His Age What Its Will Is, And Accomplish It. What He Does Is The Heart And The Essence Of His Age, He Actualizes His Age. The Man Who Lacks Sense Enough To Despise Public Opinion Expressed In Gossip Will Never Do Anything Great.

People Who Are Too Fastidious Towards The Finite Never Reach Actuality, But Linger In Abstraction, And Their Light Dies Away.