Nature’s great law, and the law of all men’s minds? To its own impulse every creature stirs: Live by thy light, and Earth will live by hers.
MATTHEW ARNOLDI do not believe today everything I believed yesterday I wonder will I believe tomorrow everything I believe today.
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of Time.
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For poetry the idea is everything; the rest is a world of illusion, of divine illusion. Poetry attaches its emotion to the idea; the idea is the fact. The strongest part of our religion today is its unconscious poetry.
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The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.
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Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.
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For the creation of a masterwork of literature two powers must concur, the power of the man and the power of the moment, and the man is not enough without the moment.
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Men of culture are the true apostles of equality
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To have the sense of creative activity is the great happiness and the great proof of being alive.
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The sophist sneers: Fool, take Thy pleasure, right or wrong! The pious wail: Forsake A world these sophists throng! Be neither saint nor sophist-led, but be a man.
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Life is not having and getting, but being and becoming
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Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties!
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Nor bring, to see me cease to live, Some doctor full of phrase and fame, To shake his sapient head, and give The ill he cannot cure a name.
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I knew the mass of men conceal’d Their thoughts, for fear that if reveal’d They would by other men be met With blank indifference.
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Greatness is a spiritual condition worthy to excite love, interest, and admiration; and the outward proof of possessing greatness is that we excite love, interest, and admiration.
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Ah! two desires toss about The poet’s feverish blood; One drives him to the world without, And one to solitude.
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Below the surface stream, shallow and light, Of what we say and feel below the stream, As light, of what we think we feel, there flows With noiseless current, strong, obscure and deep, The central stream of what we feel indeed.
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