On The Stage On Which We Are

Every Idea, Extended Into Infinity, Becomes Its Own Opposite.

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

Too Fair To Worship, Too Divine To Love.

Children Are Potentially Free And Their Life Directly Embodies Nothing Save Potential Freedom. Consequently They Are Not Things And Cannot Be The Property Either Of Their Parents Or Others.

The History Of The World Is None Other Than The Progress Of The , Consciousness Of Freedom.