My mind can take no hold on the present world, nor rest in it a moment, but my whole nature rushes onward with irresistible force towards a future and better state of being. — 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
