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.

Every idea, extended into infinity, becomes its own opposite.

Mark this well, you proud men of action! you are, after all, nothing but unconscious instruments of the men of thought.

Beauty is merely the Spiritual making itself known sensuously.

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

The people are that part of the state that does not know what it wants.

No man is a hero to his valet de chamber