Time, so complain’d of, Who to no one man Shows partiality, Brings round to all men Some undimm’d hours.
MATTHEW ARNOLD
For poetry the idea is everything; the rest is a world of illusion, of divine illusion. Poetry attaches its emotion to the idea; the idea is the fact. The strongest part of our religion today is its unconscious poetry.
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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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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Waiting for the spark from heaven to fall.
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Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.
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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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Nature, with equal mind, Sees all her sons at play, Sees man control the wind, The wind sweep man away.
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Journalism is literature in a hurry.
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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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Genius is mainly an affair of energy.
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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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Use your gifts faithfully, and they shall be enlarged; practice what you know, and you shall attain to higher knowledge.
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The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.
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Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties!
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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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It is almost impossible to exaggerate the proneness of the human mind to take miracles as evidence, and to seek for miracles as evidence.
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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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