Destiny Is Consciousness Of Oneself,

When Individuals And Nations Have Once Got In Their Heads The Abstract Concept Of Full-blown Liberty, There Is Nothing Like It In Its Uncontrollable Strength.

Not Curiosity, Not Vanity, Not The Consideration Of Expediency, Not Duty And Conscientiousness, But An Unquenchable, Unhappy Thirst That Brooks No Compromise Leads Us To Truth.

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.

Philosophy Is By Its Nature Something Esoteric, Neither Made For The Mob Nor Capable Of Being Prepared For The Mob.

The More Certain Our Knowledge The Less We Know.