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 ARNOLDThe need of expansion is as genuine an instinct in man as the need in a plant for the light, or the need in man himself for going upright. The love of liberty is simply the instinct in man for expansion.
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
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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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They… who await. No gifts from Chance, have conquered Fate.
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The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.
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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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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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The brave, impetuous heart yields everywhere to the subtle, contriving head.
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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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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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And long we try in vain to speak and act Our hidden self, and what we say and do Is eloquent, is well — but ’tis not true!
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Not a having and a resting, but a growing and a becoming, is the character of perfection as culture conceives it.
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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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I keep saying, Shakespeare, Shakespeare, you are as obscure as life is.
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And we forget because we must and not because we will.
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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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Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.
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