The person must give himself an external sphere of freedom in order to have being as Idea.

The owl of Minerva spreads its wings only with the falling of the dusk.

When Philosophy with its abstractions paints grey in grey, the freshness and life of youth has gone, the reconciliation is not a reconciliation in the actual, but in the ideal world.

The Few assume to be the deputies, but they are often only the despoilers of the Many.

The nature of finite things is to have the seed of their passing-away as their essential being: the hour of their birth is the hour of their death.

We learn from history that man can never learn anything from history.

Evil resides in the very gaze which perceives Evil all around itself.