The writer is a spiritual anarchist, as in the depth of his soul every man is. He is discontented with everything and everybody. The writer is everybody's scapegoat and everybody's prophet.
The true spirit of delight, the exaltation, the sense of being more than Man, which is the touchstone of the highest excellence, is to be found in mathematics as surely as in poetry.
The individual has become a mere cog in an enormous organization of things and powers which tear from his hands all progress, spirituality, and value in order to transform them from their subjective form into the form of a purely objective life.
The history of philosophy is not, like the history of the sciences, to be considered as a mere chronological record of discoveries and errors. It is the history of the human spirit in its endeavor to understand itself and its relation to the universe.
