With close-lipped Patience for our only friend, Sad Patience, too near neighbor to Despair. – 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
Culture, then, is a study of perfection, and perfection which insists on becoming something rather than in having something, in an inward condition of the mind and spirit, not in an outward set of circumstances. – Matthew Arnold
This strange disease of modern life, with its sick hurry, its divided aims. – Matthew Arnold