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 ARNOLDAh! two desires toss about The poet’s feverish blood; One drives him to the world without, And one to solitude.
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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Style … is a peculiar recasting and heightening, under a certain condition of spiritual excitement, of what a man has to say, in such a manner as to add dignity and distinction to it.
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Greatness is a spiritual condition.
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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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However, if I shall live to be eighty I shall probably be the only person left in England who reads anything but newspapers and scientific publications.
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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.
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Know, man hath all which Nature hath, but more, And in that more lie all his hopes of good.
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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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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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Journalism is literature in a hurry.
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Once read thy own breast right, And thou hast done with fears.
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Our inequality materializes our upper class, vulgarizes our middle class, brutalizes our lower class.
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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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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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Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive, and widely effective mode of saying things.
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Nor bring, to see me cease to live, Some doctor full of phrase and fame, To shake his sapient head, and give The ill he cannot cure a name.
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