By philosophy the mind of man comes to itself, and from henceforth rests on itself without foreign aid, and is completely master of itself, as the dancer of his feet, or the boxer of his hands. — Johann Gottlieb Fichte Copy Share Image
What sort of philosophy one chooses depends on what sort of person one is. — Johann Gottlieb Fichte Copy Share Image
It is a mistake to say that it is doubtful whether there is a God or not. It is not in the least doubtful,… — Johann Gottlieb Fichte Copy Share Image
“Act! act!—it is to that end we are here. Should we fret ourselves that others are not so perfect as we are, when we… — Johann Gottlieb Fichte Copy Share Image
The correct relationship between the higher and lower classes, the appropriate mutual interaction between the two is, as such, the true underlying support on… — Johann Gottlieb Fichte Copy Share Image
I know what I can know, and am not troubled about what I cannot know. — Johann Gottlieb Fichte Copy Share Image
The new education must consist essentially in this, that it completely destroys freedom of will in the soil which it undertakes to cultivate, and… — Johann Gottlieb Fichte Copy Share Image
By mere burial man arrives not at bliss; and in the future life, throughout its whole infinite range, they will seek for happiness as… — Johann Gottlieb Fichte Copy Share Image
As to those in whom the will of God is not inwardly accomplished,-because there is no inward life in them, for they are altogether… — Johann Gottlieb Fichte Copy Share Image
God is not the mere dead conception to which we have thus given utterance, but he is in himself pure Life. — Johann Gottlieb Fichte Copy Share Image
This Being out of God cannot, by any means, be a limited, completed, and inert Being, since God himself is not such a dead… — Johann Gottlieb Fichte Copy Share Image
To those who do not love God, all things must work together immediately for pain and torment, until, by means of the tribulation, they… — Johann Gottlieb Fichte Copy Share Image
Here below is not the land of happiness: I know it now; it is only the land of toil, and every joy which comes… — Johann Gottlieb Fichte Copy Share Image
