I do not believe today everything I believed yesterday I wonder will I believe tomorrow everything I believe today.
MATTHEW ARNOLDOthers abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask. Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge.
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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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Greatness is a spiritual condition.
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The sophist sneers: Fool, take Thy pleasure, right or wrong! The pious wail: Forsake A world these sophists throng! Be neither saint nor sophist-led, but be a man.
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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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They… who await. No gifts from Chance, have conquered Fate.
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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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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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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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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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Culture looks beyond machinery, culture hates hatred; culture has one great passion, the passion for sweetness and light.
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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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The brave, impetuous heart yields everywhere to the subtle, contriving head.
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Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.
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