This strange disease of modern life, with its sick hurry, its divided aims. – Matthew Arnold
The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light. – Matthew Arnold
This strange disease of modern life, with its sick hurry, its divided aims. – Matthew Arnold
The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light. – Matthew 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. – Matthew Arnold
Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore. – Matthew Arnold