Mark This Well, You Proud Men Of

Since Philosophy Is The Exploration Of The Rational, It Is For That Very Reason The Apprehension Of The Present And The Actual, Not The Erection Of A Beyond, Supposed To Exist, God Knows Where, Or Rather Which Exists, And We Can Perfectly Well Say Where, Namely In The Error Of A One-sided, Empty, Ratiocination.

The People Are That Part Of The State That Does Not Know What It Wants.

The Catholics Had Been In The Position Of Oppressors, And The Protestants Of The Oppressed

Because Of Its Concrete Content, Sense-certainty Immediately Appears As The Richest Kind Of Knowledge, Indeed A Knowledge Of Infinite Wealth For Which No Bounds Can Be Found, Either When We Reach Out Into Space And Time In Which It Is Dispersed, Or When We Take A Bit Of This Wealth, And By Division Enter Into It. Moreover, Sense-certainty Appears To Be The Truest Knowledge ... But, In The Event, This Very Certainty Proves Itself To Be The Most Abstract And Poorest Truth. All That It Says About What It Knows Is Just That It Is; And Its Truth Contains Nothing But The Sheer Being Of The Thing.

History Is Not The Soil Of Happiness. The Periods Of Happiness Are Blank Pages In It.