The heart is everywhere, and each part of the organism is only the specialized force of the heart itself.

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.

To him who looks at the world rationally the world looks rationally back.

People who are too fastidious towards the finite never reach actuality, but linger in abstraction, and their light dies away.

If we go on to cast a look at the fate of these World-Historical persons, whose vocation it was to be the agents of the World-Spirit, we shall find it to have been no happy one. They attained no calm enjoyment; their whole life was labour and trouble; their whole nature was nought else but their master—passion. When their object is attained they fall off like empty hulls from the kernel. They die early, like Alexander; they are murdered, like Caesar.

The proofs of the existence of God are to such an extent fallen into discredit that they pass for something antiquated, belonging to days gone by.

The bud disappears when the blossom breaks through, and we might say that the former is refuted by the latter; in the same way when the fruit comes, the blossom may be explained to be a false form of the plant's existence, for the fruit appears as its true nature in place of the blossom.