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Matthew Arnold

  • Who hesitate and falter life away, and lose tomorrow the ground won today.

  • Resolve to be thyself...he who finds himself loses his misery!

  • We forget because we must and not because we will.

  • Journalism is literature in a hurry.

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

  • The pursuit of the perfect, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light.

  • The nice sense of measure is certainly not one of Nature's gifts to her English children ...we have all of us yielded to infatuation at some moment of our lives.

  • Nature, with equal mind, sees all her sons at play, sees man control the wind, the wind sweep man away.

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

  • They who await no gifts from chance have conquered fate.

  • The same heart beats in every human breast.

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