[A]ll those countless battles—those endless, and... for the greater part, useless wars, of which... fills up for so many thousand years... are but li… - Friedrich Schlegel

Whoever hasn’t yet arrived at the clear realization that there might be a greatness existing entirely outside his own sphere and for which he might have absolutely no feeling; whoever hasn’t at least felt obscure intimations concerning the approximate location of this greatness in the geography of the human spirit: that person either has no genius in his own sphere, or else he hasn’t been educated to the level of the classic.

There is no self-knowledge except historical self-knowledge. No one knows what he is if he doesn’t know what his contemporaries are.

Fragmente, sagen Sie, wären die eigentliche Form der Universalphilosophie.