Quote by Christopher Dawson

Every society rests in the last resort on the recognition of common principles and common ideals, and if it makes no moral or spiritual appeal to the loyalty of its members, it must inevitably fall to pieces.

Every society rests in the last resort on the recognition of

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This quote emphasizes the importance of common principles and ideals in sustaining a society. It argues that a society cannot survive without a moral or spiritual foundation that appeals to the loyalty of its members. Without shared values and beliefs, a society becomes fragmented and eventually collapses. The quote suggests that the success and unity of a society rely on the recognition and shared commitment to fundamental principles that guide the actions and behaviors of its members.

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