The Essence Of The Modern

War Is Progress, Peace Is Stagnation.

Nothing Great Has Been And Nothing Great Can Be Accomplished Without Passion. It Is Only A Dead, Too Often, Indeed, A Hypocriticalmoralizing Which Inveighs Against The Form Of Passion As Such.

If We Go On To Cast A Look At The Fate Of These World-historical Persons, Whose Vocation It Was To Be The Agents Of The World-spirit, We Shall Find It To Have Been No Happy One. They Attained No Calm Enjoyment; Their Whole Life Was Labour And Trouble; Their Whole Nature Was Nought Else 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 Caesar.

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.

It Is Easier To Discover A Deficiency In Individuals, In States, And In Providence, Than To See Their Real Import And Value.