I do not believe today everything I believed yesterday I wonder will I believe tomorrow everything I believe today.
MATTHEW ARNOLDI do not believe today everything I believed yesterday I wonder will I believe tomorrow everything I believe today.
MATTHEW ARNOLDColeridge: poet and philosopher wrecked in a mist of opium.
MATTHEW ARNOLDWith 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 ARNOLDKnow, man hath all which Nature hath, but more, And in that more lie all his hopes of good.
MATTHEW ARNOLDFor this is the true strength of guilty kings, When they corrupt the souls of those they rule.
MATTHEW ARNOLDOnce read thy own breast right, And thou hast done with fears.
MATTHEW ARNOLDWeep bitterly over the dead, for he is worthy, and then comfort thyself; drive heaviness away: thou shall not do him good, but hurt thyself.
MATTHEW ARNOLDArt still has truth. Take refuge there.
MATTHEW ARNOLDGreatness is a spiritual condition.
MATTHEW ARNOLDThe grand stye arises in poetry, when a noble nature, poetically gifted, treats with simplicity or with severity a serious subject.
MATTHEW ARNOLDFate gave, what Chance shall not control, His sad lucidity of soul.
MATTHEW ARNOLDHistory – a vast Mississippi of falsehoods
MATTHEW ARNOLDNor 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.
MATTHEW ARNOLDBelow 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.
MATTHEW ARNOLDTo have the sense of creative activity is the great happiness and the great proof of being alive.
MATTHEW ARNOLDAnd that sweet city with her dreaming spires, She needs not June for beauty’s heightening.
MATTHEW ARNOLD