It is a matter of perfect indifference where a thing originated; the only question is: Is it true in and for itself?

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

Beauty is merely the Spiritual making itself known sensuously.

Philosophy is the history of philosophy.

The history of the world is none other than the progress of the , consciousness of freedom.

War is progress, peace is stagnation.

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.