Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore. – Matthew Arnold
The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light. – Matthew Arnold
Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore. – Matthew Arnold
The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light. – Matthew Arnold
The working-class is now issuing from its hiding-place to assert an Englishmans 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. – Matthew Arnold