Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive, and widely effective mode of saying things.
MATTHEW ARNOLDCulture, 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.
More Matthew Arnold Quotes
-
-
Is it so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, to have lived light in the sky, to have loved, to have thought, to have done?
MATTHEW ARNOLD -
Genius is mainly an affair of energy.
MATTHEW ARNOLD -
All knowledge is interesting to a wise man, and the knowledge of nature is interesting to all men.
MATTHEW ARNOLD -
Not a having and a resting, but a growing and a becoming, is the character of perfection as culture conceives it.
MATTHEW ARNOLD -
Philistinism! – We have not the expression in English. Perhaps we have not the word because we have so much of the thing.
MATTHEW ARNOLD -
Joy comes and goes, hope ebbs and flows Like the wave; Change doth unknit the tranquil strength of men. Love tends life a little grace, A few sad smiles; and then, Both are laid in one cold place, In the grave.
MATTHEW ARNOLD -
The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light.
MATTHEW ARNOLD -
And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, She needs not June for beauty’s heightening.
MATTHEW ARNOLD -
Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.
MATTHEW ARNOLD -
The true meaning of religion is thus not simply morality, but morality touched by emotion.
MATTHEW ARNOLD -
Nature’s great law, and the law of all men’s minds? To its own impulse every creature stirs: Live by thy light, and Earth will live by hers.
MATTHEW ARNOLD -
Art still has truth. Take refuge there.
MATTHEW ARNOLD -
Culture looks beyond machinery, culture hates hatred; culture has one great passion, the passion for sweetness and light.
MATTHEW ARNOLD -
Tis not to see the world As from a height, with rapt prophetic eyes, And heart profoundly stirred; And weep, and feel the fullness of the past, The years that are not more.
MATTHEW ARNOLD -
Time, so complain’d of, Who to no one man Shows partiality, Brings round to all men Some undimm’d hours.
MATTHEW ARNOLD