The 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.
MATTHEW ARNOLDAll the biblical miracles will at last disappear with the progress of science.
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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The difference between genuine poetry and the poetry of Dryden, Pope, and all their school, is briefly this: their poetry is conceived and composed in their wits, genuine poetry is conceived and composed in the soul.
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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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The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.
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Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.
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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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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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And we forget because we must and not because we will.
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Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.
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The eternal not ourselves that makes for righteousness.
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Journalism is literature in a hurry.
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The need of expansion is as genuine an instinct in man as the need in a plant for the light, or the need in man himself for going upright. The love of liberty is simply the instinct in man for expansion.
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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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Culture is properly described as the love of perfection; it is a study of perfection.
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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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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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