War is progress, peace is stagnation.

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.

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

Truth is found neither in the thesis nor the antithesis, but in an emergent synthesis which reconciles the two.

The true courage of civilized nations is readiness for sacrifice in the service of the state, so that the individual counts as only one amongst many. The important thing here is not personal mettle but aligning oneself with the universal.

God is, as it were, the sewer into which all contradictions flow.

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.