Explore Quotes by Matthew Arnold

Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.

Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore.

Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.

The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.

Spare me the whispering, crowded room, the friends who come and gape and go, the ceremonious air of gloom - all, which makes death a hideous show.

Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.

Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive, and widely effective mode of saying things.

Journalism is literature in a hurry.

Resolve to be thyself: and know that he who finds himself, loses his misery.

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.

Is it so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, to have lived light_x000D__x000D_ in the sky, to have loved, to have thought, to have done?

Alas! is even love too weak_x000D__x000D_To unlock the heart, and let it speak?_x000D__x000D_Are even lovers powerless to reveal_x000D__x000D_To one another what indeed they feel?_x000D__x000D_I knew the mass of men conceal'd_x000D__x000D_Their thoughts, for fear that if reveal'd_x000D__x000D_They would by other men be met_x000D__x000D_With blank indifference, or with blame reproved;_x000D__x000D_I knew they lived and moved_x000D__x000D_Trick'd in disguises, alien to the rest_x000D__x000D_Of men, and alien to themselves - and yet_x000D__x000D_The same heart beats in every human breast!

Greatness is a spiritual condition worthy to excite love, interest, and admiration; and the outward proof of possessing greatness is that we excite love, interest, and admiration.

With aching hands and bleeding feet_x000D__x000D_We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;_x000D__x000D_We bear the burden and the heat_x000D__x000D_Of the long day, and wish 'twere done._x000D__x000D_Not till the hours of light return_x000D__x000D_All we have built do we discern.

This strange disease of modern life,_x000D__x000D_With its sick hurry, its divided aims.

Saw life steadily and saw it whole.

The brave, impetuous heart yields everywhere to the subtle, contriving head.

All knowledge is interesting to a wise man, and the knowledge of nature is interesting to all men.

Culture, the acquainting ourselves with the best that has been known and said in the world, and thus with the history of the human spirit.

Six years-six little years-six drops of time.

ForTime, not Corydon, hath conquered thee.