Mathew Arnold Quotes

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Mathew Arnold was an English poet; he was the son of Thomas Arnold, Principal of Rugby School. Mathew Arnold was born on 24 December 1982; he worked as a inspector of schools. He was also known as sage writer. In sage writing a writer speaks from a presumed position of moral authority. John Buckland, uncle of Arnold tutored him at his residence at Laleham. In 1836 he joined Winchester College but the next he left the college and returned to the Rugby School, he got enrolled in the fifth form. He got fame in 1852 after his “Empedocies on Etna” poems were published. In 1857 he was elected as Professor of Poetry at Oxford.

Mathew Arnold Quotes, Sayings and Quotations

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.
– Mathew Arnold

All the biblical miracles will at last disappear with the progress of science.
– Mathew Arnold

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

Because thou must not dream, thou need not despair.
– Mathew Arnold

But each day brings its petty dust our soon-choked souls to fill, and we forget because we must, and not because we will.
– Mathew Arnold

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.
– Mathew Arnold

Every time the words “contrition” or “humility” drop from the lips of a prophet or psalmist, Christianity appears.
– Mathew Arnold

For the creation of a masterwork of literature two powers must concur, the power of the man and the power of the moment, and the man is not enough without the moment.
– Mathew Arnold

Greatness is a spiritual condition.
– Mathew Arnold

God’s Wisdom and God’s Goodness!-Ah, but fools Mis-define thee, till God knows them no more. Wisdom and goodness they are God!-what schools Have yet so much as heard this simpler lore. This no Saint preaches, and this no Church rules: ‘Tis in the desert, now and heretofore.
– Mathew Arnold

Her cabined ample spirit, It fluttered and failed for breath; Tonight it doth inherit The vasty hall of death.
– Mathew Arnold

I must not say that she was true, Yet let me say that she was fair; And they, that lovely face who view, They should not ask if truth be there.
– Mathew Arnold

It is so small a think to have enjoyed the sun, to have lived light in the spring, to have loved, to have thought, to have done.
– Mathew 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.
– Mathew Arnold

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It’s the transition that’s troublesome.
– Mathew Arnold

Light half-believers of our casual creeds, who never deeply felt, nor clearly will d, whose insight never has borne fruit in deeds, whose vague resolves never have been fulfilled.
– Mathew Arnold

One thing only has been lent to youth and age in common-discontent.
– Mathew Arnold

Protestantism has the method of Jesus with His secret too much left out of mind; Catholicism has His secret with His method too much left out of mind; neither has His unerring balance, His intuition, His sweet reasonableness. But both have hold of a great truth, and get from it a great power.
– Mathew Arnold

Resolve to be thyself; and know that who finds himself, loses his misery.
– Mathew Arnold

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

The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.
– Mathew Arnold

The working-class is now issuing from its hiding-place to assert an Englishman’s heaven-born privilege of doing as he likes, and is beginning to perplex us by marching where it likes, meeting where it likes, bawling what it likes, breaking what it likes.
– Mathew Arnold

This strange disease of modern life, with its sick hurry, its divided aims.
– Mathew Arnold

Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.”
– Mathew Arnold

Unquiet souls. In the dark fermentation of earth, in the never idle workshop of nature, in the eternal movement, yea shall find yourselves again.”
– Mathew Arnold

What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? Is it for Beauty to forego her wreath? Yes; but not this alone.
– Mathew Arnold

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.
– Mathew Arnold


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