For this is the true strength of guilty kings, When they corrupt the souls of those they rule.
MATTHEW ARNOLDThe 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.
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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Conduct is three-fourths of our life and its largest concern.
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Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.
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I do not believe today everything I believed yesterday I wonder will I believe tomorrow everything I believe today.
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They… who await. No gifts from Chance, have conquered Fate.
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Have something to say, and say it as clearly as you can. That is the only secret.
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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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The brave, impetuous heart yields everywhere to the subtle, contriving head.
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Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.
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Not a having and a resting, but a growing and a becoming, is the character of perfection as culture conceives it.
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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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Life is not having and getting, but being and becoming
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Is it so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, to have lived light in the sky, to have loved, to have thought, to have done?
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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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Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties!
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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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