God is, as it were, the sewer into which all contradictions flow.
In a true tragedy, both parties must be right.
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.
The force of mind is only as great as its expression; its depth only as deep as its power to expand and lose itself.
Philosophy must indeed recognize the possibility that the people rise to it, but must not lower itself to the people.
Reading the morning newspaper is the realist’s morning prayer.
To make abstractions hold in reality is to destroy reality.
Amid the pressure of great events, a general principle gives no help.
If we go on to cast a look at the fate of world historical personalities... we shall find it to have been no happy one. They attained no calm enjoyment; their whole life was labor and trouble; their whole nature was nothing 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 Casear; transported to St. Helena, like Napoleon.
Art does not simply reveal God: it is one of the ways in which God reveals, and thus actualizes, himself.
By Nature man is not what he ought to be; only through a transforming process does he arrive at truth.
The one who merely flees is not yet free. In fleeing he is still conditioned by that from which he flees.
Uneducated people delight in argument and fault-finding, for it is easy to find fault, but difficult to recognize the good and its inner necessity.
It is hard to see why we should not turn round and mistrust this very mistrust. Should we not be concerned as to whether this fear of error is not just the error itself?
But if they realize that their true freedom consists in the acceptance of principles, of laws which are the own, a synthesis of universal and particular interests becomes possible.
Wickedness also resides in the gaze that perceives itself as innocent and surrounded by wickedness.
It is not a very pleasing spectacle to observe uncultivated ignorance and crudity of mind, with neither form nor taste, without the capacity to concentrate its thoughts on an abstract proposition, still less on a connected statement of such propositions, confidently proclaiming itself to be intellectual freedom and.
Everything turns on grasping and expressing the True, not only as Substance, but equally as Subject.
Art is the sensuous presentation of ideas.
Only by resolving can a human being step into actuality, however bitter this may be to him. Inertia lacks the will to abandon the inward brooding which allows it to retain everything as as a possibility. But possibility is not yet actuality.