I am bound by my own definition of criticism : a disinterested endeavour to learn and propagate the best that is known and thought in the world.
MATTHEW ARNOLDFor this is the true strength of guilty kings, When they corrupt the souls of those they rule.
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties!
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Art still has truth. Take refuge there.
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At the present moment two things about the Christian religion must surely be clear to anybody with eyes in his head. One is, that men cannot do without it; the other, that they cannot do with it as it is.
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But there remains the question: what righteousness really is. The method and secret and sweet reasonableness of Jesus.
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One thing only has been lent to youth and age in common–discontent.
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Joy comes and goes, hope ebbs and flows Like the wave; Change doth unknit the tranquil strength of men. Love tends life a little grace, A few sad smiles; and then, Both are laid in one cold place, In the grave.
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Genius is mainly an affair of energy.
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Fate gave, what Chance shall not control, His sad lucidity of soul.
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Life is not having and getting, but being and becoming
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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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The grand stye arises in poetry, when a noble nature, poetically gifted, treats with simplicity or with severity a serious subject.
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The bent of our time is towards science, towards knowing things as they are.
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Sanity — that is the great virtue of the ancient literature; the want of that is the great defect of the modern, in spite of its variety and power.
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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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This strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims.
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