Let the long contention cease! / Geese are swans, and swans are geese.
MATTHEW ARNOLDCulture, then, is a study of perfection, and perfection which insists on becoming something rather than in having something, in an inward condition of the mind and spirit, not in an outward set of circumstances.
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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Sanity — that is the great virtue of the ancient literature; the want of that is the great defect of the modern, in spite of its variety and power.
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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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Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below!
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Journalism is literature in a hurry.
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If one were searching for the best means to efface and kill in a whole nation the discipline of self-respect, the feeling for what is elevated, he could do no better than take the American newspapers.
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If there ever comes a time when the women of the world come together purely and simply for the benefit of mankind, it will be a force such as the world has never known.
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Art still has truth. Take refuge there.
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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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Who hesitate and falter life away, and lose tomorrow the ground won today.
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The true meaning of religion is thus not simply morality, but morality touched by emotion.
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Waiting for the spark from heaven to fall.
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Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties!
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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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Weep bitterly over the dead, for he is worthy, and then comfort thyself; drive heaviness away: thou shall not do him good, but hurt thyself.
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Nature, with equal mind, Sees all her sons at play, Sees man control the wind, The wind sweep man away.
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