Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur. – Matthew Arnold
Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore. – Matthew Arnold
Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur. – Matthew Arnold
Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore. – Matthew Arnold
This strange disease of modern life, with its sick hurry, its divided aims. – Matthew Arnold
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. – Matthew Arnold