With aching hands and bleeding feet We dig and heap, lay stone on stone; We bear the burden and the heat Of the long day, and wish ’twere done. Not till the hours of light return All we have built do we discern.
MATTHEW ARNOLDColeridge: poet and philosopher wrecked in a mist of opium.
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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Culture looks beyond machinery, culture hates hatred; culture has one great passion, the passion for sweetness and light.
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Resolve to be thyself: and know that he who finds himself, loses his misery.
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Culture is both an intellectual phenomenon and a moral one
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Waiting for the spark from heaven to fall.
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It is a very great thing to be able to think as you like; but, after all, an important question remains: what you think.
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Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive, and widely effective mode of saying things.
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Culture is to know the best that has been said and thought in the world.
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It is almost impossible to exaggerate the proneness of the human mind to take miracles as evidence, and to seek for miracles as evidence.
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Culture is properly described as the love of perfection; it is a study of perfection.
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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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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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However, if I shall live to be eighty I shall probably be the only person left in England who reads anything but newspapers and scientific publications.
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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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The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.
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Time, so complain’d of, Who to no one man Shows partiality, Brings round to all men Some undimm’d hours.
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