Only one man ever understood me, and he didn't understand me

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.

The real is the rational and the rational is the real.

Reading the morning newspaper is the realist's morning . One orients one's attitude toward the either by or by what the world is. The former gives as much security as the latter, in that one knows how one stands.

The sublime in art is the attempt to express the infinite without finding in the realm of phenomena any object which proves itself fitting for this representation.

When liberty is mentioned, we must always be careful to observe whether it is not really the assertion of private interests which is thereby designated.

History in general is therefore the development of Spirit in Time, as Nature is the development of the Idea is Space.