German poet, critic and scholar, editor
Karl Wilhelm Friedrich (later: von) Schlegel (10 March 1772 - 12 January 1829), usually referred to as Friedrich Schlegel, was a German poet, critic and scholar. He was the younger brother of August Wilhelm Schlegel.
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Karl Friedrich von Schlegel
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Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel
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Friedrich von Schlegel
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Friedrich Karl Wilhelm von Schlegel
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Karl Wilhelm Friedrich
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If there is an invisible church, then it is of the great paradox, which is inseparable from morality, and which must be distinguished from the merely philosophical. People who are so eccentric that they are completely serious in being and becoming virtuous understand one another in everything, find one another easily, and form a silent opposition against the prevailing immorality that pretends to be morality. A certain mysticism of expression, which joined with romantic fantasy and grammatical understanding, can be something charming and good, often serves as a symbol of their beautiful secrets.
This perception—this comprehension—this right discernment of the great events and general results of universal history, is what might be termed a science of history; and I would have here preferred that term, were it not liable to much misconception, and might have been understood as referring more to special and learned inquiries, than the other name I have adopted...
The divine origin of man, as taught by Vedanta, IS continually inculcated, to stimulate his efforts to return, to animate him in the struggle, and incite him to consider a reunion and reincorporation with Divinity as the one primary object of every action and reaction. Even the loftiest philosophy of the European, the idealism of reason as it is set forth by the Greek philosophers, appears in comparison with the abundant light and vigor of Oriental idealism like a feeble Promethean spark in the full flood of heavenly glory of the noonday sun, faltering and feeble and ever ready to be extinguished.