The sublime in art is the attempt to express the infinite without finding in the realm of phenomena any object which proves itself fitting for this representation.

The substance, the essence, the Spirit is freedom.

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.

Genuine tragedies in the world are not conflicts between right and wrong. They are conflicts between two rights.

Animals are in possession of themselves; their soul is in possession of their body. But they have no right to their life, because they do not will it.

Since philosophy is the exploration of the rational, it is for that very reason the apprehension of the present and the actual, not the erection of a beyond, supposed to exist, God knows where, or rather which exists, and we can perfectly well say where, namely in the error of a one-sided, empty, ratiocination.

The valor that struggles is better than the weakness that endures.