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.
MATTHEW ARNOLDGenius is mainly an affair of energy.
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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And we forget because we must and not because we will.
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Culture is both an intellectual phenomenon and a moral one
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It is a very great thing to be able to think as you like; but, after all, an important question remains: what you think.
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If 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.
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Resolve to be thyself: and know that he who finds himself, loses his misery.
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For this is the true strength of guilty kings, When they corrupt the souls of those they rule.
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Coleridge: poet and philosopher wrecked in a mist of opium.
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Fate gave, what Chance shall not control, His sad lucidity of soul.
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Philistinism! – We have not the expression in English. Perhaps we have not the word because we have so much of the thing.
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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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Journalism is literature in a hurry.
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A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of Time.
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I am bound by my own definition of criticism : a disinterested endeavour to learn and propagate the best that is known and thought in the world.
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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.
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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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