America is therefore the land of the future, where, in the ages that lie before us, the burden of the World's History shall reveal itself.

The State is the absolute reality and the individual himself has objective existence, truth and morality only in his capacity as a member of the State.

History is not the soil of happiness. The periods of happiness are blank pages in it.

Whatever happens, every individual is a child of his time; so philosophy too is its own time apprehended in thoughts. It is just as absurd to fancy that a philosophy can transcend its contemporary world as it is to fancy that an individual can overleap his own age, jump over Rhodes.

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

The more certain our knowledge the less we know.

In the case of various kinds of knowledge, we find that what in former days occupied the energies of men of mature mental ability sinks to the level of information, exercises, and even pastimes for children; and in this educational progress we can see the history of the world's culture delineated in faint outline.