Our society distributes itself into Barbarians, Philistines and Populace; and America is just ourselves with the Barbarians quite left out, and the Populace nearly. – Matthew Arnold
And that sweet city with her dreaming spires,
She needs not June for beautys heightening… – Matthew Arnold
Tis not to see the world
As from a height, with rapt prophetic eyes,
And heart profoundly stirred;
And weep, and feel the fullness of the past,
The years that are not more. – Matthew 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. – Matthew Arnold