This strange disease of modern life, with its sick hurry, its divided aims. – Matthew Arnold
With close-lipped Patience for our only friend, Sad Patience, too near neighbor to Despair. – Matthew Arnold
This strange disease of modern life, with its sick hurry, its divided aims. – Matthew Arnold
With close-lipped Patience for our only friend, Sad Patience, too near neighbor to Despair. – Matthew Arnold
Poetry a criticism of life under the conditions fixed for such a criticism by the laws of poetic truth and poetic beauty. – Matthew Arnold
The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light. – Matthew Arnold