I knew the mass of men conceal’d Their thoughts, for fear that if reveal’d They would by other men be met With blank indifference.
MATTHEW ARNOLDIf an historian be an unbeliever in all heroism, if he be a man who brings every thing down to the level of a common mediocrity, depend upon it, the truth is not found in such a writer.
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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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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Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask. Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge.
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All the biblical miracles will at last disappear with the progress of science.
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Say, has some wet bird-haunted English lawn Lent it the music of its trees at dawn?
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How many minds–almost all the great ones–were formed in secrecy and solitude!
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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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Journalism is literature in a hurry.
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Culture, 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.
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All the live murmur of a summer’s day.
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Now the great winds shoreward blow Now the salt tides seaward flow Now the wild white horses play Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.
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And see all sights from pole to pole, And glance, and nod, and hustle by; And never once possess our soul Before we die.
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The true meaning of religion is thus not simply morality, but morality touched by emotion.
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France, famed in all great arts, in none supreme.
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Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.
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