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.
MATTHEW ARNOLDLet the long contention cease! / Geese are swans, and swans are geese.
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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This strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims.
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And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, She needs not June for beauty’s heightening.
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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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To have the sense of creative activity is the great happiness and the great proof of being alive.
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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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Journalism is literature in a hurry.
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Fate gave, what Chance shall not control, His sad lucidity of soul.
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Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.
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Life is the application of noble and profound ideas to life.
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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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The eternal not ourselves that makes for righteousness.
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Tis 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.
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Let the long contention cease! / Geese are swans, and swans are geese.
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All the live murmur of a summer’s day.
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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.
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