I Came Into The World Two Months

Forgetfulness, The Unhistorical, Is ... The Atmosphere, In Which Alone Life Can Come Into Being. In Order To Understand It, Let Us Imagine A Youth Who Is Seized With A Passion For A Woman, Or A Man Who Is Swayed By A Passion For His Work. In Both Cases What Lies Behind Them Has Ceased To Exist And Yet This State (the Most Unhistorical That Can Be Imagined) Is That In Which Every Action, Every Great Deed Is Conceived And Accomplished.

Instead Of Trying To Educate The Human Race, They Should Imitate The Pedagogues Of The Seventeenth And Eighteenth Centuries, Who Concentrated Their Efforts On The Education Of A Single Person.

The Masses Are Only To Be Regarded As One Of Three Things: Either As Copies Of Great Personalities, Bad Copies, Clumsily Produced In A Poor Material, Or As Foils To The Great, Or Finally As Their Tools

Just About This Time, When In Imagination I Was So Great A Warrior, I Had Good Use In Real Life For More Strength, As I Was No Longer Taken To School By The Nurse, But Instead Had Myself To Protect My Brother, Two Years My Junior.

The Historian Is Looked Upon As Objective When He Measures The Past By The Popular Opinions Of His Own Time, As Subjective When He Does Not Take These Opinions For Models. That Man Is Thought Best Fitted To Depict A Period Of The Past, Who Is Not In The Least Affected By That Period. But Only He Who Has A Share In Building Up The Future Can Grasp What The Past Has Been, And Only When Transformed Into A Work Of Art Can History Arouse Or Even Sustain Instincts.