Regarding History As The Slaughter-bench At Which

What The English Call "comfortable" Is Something Endless And Inexhaustible. Every Condition Of Comfort Reveals In Turn Its Discomfort, And These Discoveries Go On For Ever. Hence The New Want Is Not So Much A Want Of Those Who Have It Directly, But Is Created By Those Who Hope To Make Profit From It.

The Sole Work And Deed Of Universal Freedom Is Therefore Death, A Death Too Which Has No Inner Significance Or Filling, For What Is Negated Is The Empty Point Of The Absolutely Free Self. It Is Thus The Coldest And Meanest Of All Deaths, With No More Significance Than Cutting Off A Head Of Cabbage Or Swallowing A Mouthful Of Water.

Amid The Pressure Of Great Events, A General Principle Gives No Help.

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.

The Substance, The Essence, The Spirit Is Freedom.