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 ARNOLDTis 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.
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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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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France, famed in all great arts, in none supreme.
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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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Our inequality materializes our upper class, vulgarizes our middle class, brutalizes our lower class.
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Culture is to know the best that has been said and thought in the world.
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The bent of our time is towards science, towards knowing things as they are.
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Resolve to be thyself: and know that he who finds himself, loses his misery.
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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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For this is the true strength of guilty kings, When they corrupt the souls of those they rule.
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Culture, the acquainting ourselves with the best that has been known and said in the world, and thus with the history of the human spirit.
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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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Conduct is three-fourths of our life and its largest concern.
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How many minds–almost all the great ones–were formed in secrecy and solitude!
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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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Fate gave, what Chance shall not control, His sad lucidity of soul.
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