Has creation a final purpose at all, and if so why is it not attained immediately, why does perfection not exist from the very beginning?

There is in every man a certain feeling that he has been what he is from all eternity, and by no means become such in time.

One is almost tempted to say that the language itself is a mythology deprived of its vitality, a bloodless mythology so to speak, which has only preserved in a formal and abstract form what mythology contains in living and concrete form.

Nature is visible Spirit; Spirit is invisible Nature.

To achieve great things we must be self-confined...mastery is revealed in limitation.

Only he who knows God is truly moral.

All rules for study are summed up in this one: learn only in order to create.