Truth sits upon the lips of dying men. – Matthew Arnold
This strange disease of modern life, with its sick hurry, its divided aims. – Matthew Arnold

Truth sits upon the lips of dying men. – Matthew Arnold
This strange disease of modern life, with its sick hurry, its divided aims. – Matthew Arnold
Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur. – 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