Frithjof Schuon Quotes

[ ... ] The Sacred - That Which Is Immutable, Inviolable And Thus Infinitely Majestic - Is In The Very Substance Of Our Spirit And Of Our Existence. The World Is Miserable Because Men Live Beneath Themselves; The Error Of Modern Man Is That He Wants To Reform The World Without Having Either The Will Or The Power To Reform Man, And This Flagrant Contradiction, This Attempt To Make A Better World On The Basis Of A Worsened Humanity, Can Only End In The Very Abolition Of What Is Human, And Consequently In The Abolition Of Happiness Too. Reforming Man Means Bindinghim Again To Heaven, Reestablishing The Broken Link; It Means Tearing Him Away From The Reign Of The Passions, From The Cult Of Matter, Quantity And Cunning, And Reintegrating Him Into The World Of The Spirit And Serenity, We Would Even Say: Into The World Of Sufficient Reason.

Related Authors

• Donna Visocky
• Dramarama
• Eva Charles
• Fiona Wood
• Jane Gleeson-White
• Jerzy Pilch
• Lawrence Lipton
• Matt Posner
• Paul A. Ruggieri
• Plain White T's
• Saint Paul The Apostle
• Samantha Ellis

Related Topics

• Quotes About Choosing A Better Life

  I'm as big as snob as they come, but money is a terrible barometer of a person's worth. The standard I used is what a person is choosing to do — Harvey Pekar

• Bad Days Get Better Quotes

  It was dusk when I drove back into downtown Detroit. I was annoyed by how much traffic there was at that hour of the day. Being a guy with two — W.K. Berger

• Gotta Go My Own Way Quotes

  This is real, this is me,' I said. She blinked. 'Did you just quote Camp Rock at me? That's not very pop punk." 'I've gotta go my own way.' 'Okay, — Alice Oseman

• Love What Makes You Happy Quotes

  My friend Wicker once said to be careful what and how you say what you're really thinking to a woman. After much screwing up in that department with Emma, I've — Cyndi Goodgame

• Why Do They Put Brackets In Quotes

  He put down the receiver and looked vaguely at the paper in his hand. It was a rough piece of white wrapping paper. Scrawled in pencil in ragged block letters — Ian Fleming