Resolve to be thyself: and know that he who finds himself, loses his misery.
MATTHEW ARNOLDJournalism is literature in a hurry.
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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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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Greatness is a spiritual condition.
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Greatness is a spiritual condition worthy to excite love, interest, and admiration; and the outward proof of possessing greatness is that we excite love, interest, and admiration.
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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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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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Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties!
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Time may restore us in his course Goethe’s sage mind and Byron’s force: But where will Europe’s latter hour Again find Wordsworth’s healing power?
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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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On the breast of that huge Mississippi of falsehood called History, a foam-bell more or less is no consequence.
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Culture being a pursuit of our total perfection by means of getting to know, on all the matters which most concern us, the best which has been thought and said in the world.
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Culture is to know the best that has been said and thought in the world.
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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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And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, She needs not June for beauty’s heightening.
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Time, so complain’d of, Who to no one man Shows partiality, Brings round to all men Some undimm’d hours.
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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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