Philistinism! – We have not the expression in English. Perhaps we have not the word because we have so much of the thing.
MATTHEW ARNOLDBe neither saint nor sophist-led, but be a man.
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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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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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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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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Culture is properly described as the love of perfection; it is a study of perfection.
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How many minds–almost all the great ones–were formed in secrecy and solitude!
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This strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims.
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France, famed in all great arts, in none supreme.
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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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Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask. Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge.
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I keep saying, Shakespeare, Shakespeare, you are as obscure as life is.
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Whoever sets himself to see things as they are will find himself one of a very small circle but it is only by this small circle resolutely doing its own work that adequate ideas will ever get current at all.
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Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties!
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The bent of our time is towards science, towards knowing things as they are.
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Fate gave, what Chance shall not control, His sad lucidity of soul.
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Tis not to see the world As from a height, with rapt prophetic eyes, And heart profoundly stirred; And weep, and feel the fullness of the past, The years that are not more.
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