In A True Tragedy, Both

The True Is The Whole. But The Whole Is Nothing Other Than The Essence Consummating Itself Through Its Development. Of The Absolute It Must Be Said That It Is Essentially A Result, That Only In The End Is It What It Truly Is; And That Precisely In This Consists Its Nature, Viz. To Be Actual, Subject, The Spontaneous Becoming Of Itself.

In History An Additional Result Is Commonly Produced By Human Actions Beyond That Which They Aim At And Obtain -- That Which They Immediately Recognize And Desire. They Gratify Their Own Interest; But Something Further Is Thereby Accomplished, Latent In The Actions In Question, Though Not Present To Their Consciousness, And Not Included In Their Design.

Poetry Is The Universal Art Of The Spirit Which Has Become Free In Itself And Which Is Not Tied Down For Its Realization To External Sensuous Material; Instead, It Launches Out Exclusively In The Inner Space And The Inner Time Of Ideas And Feelings.

Before The End Of Time Will Be The End Of History. Before The End Of History Will Be The End Of Art.

Poverty In Itself Does Not Make Men Into A Rabble; A Rabble Is Created Only When There Is Joined To Poverty A Disposition Of Mind, An Inner Indignation Against The Rich, Against Society, Against The Government.