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Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born.
To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost Which blamed the living man.
Culture is to know the best that has been said and thought in the world.
To the Bible men will return; and why? Because they cannot do without it.
Who hesitate and falter life away, and lose tomorrow the ground won today.
Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.
This strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims.
Force and right are the governors of this world; force till right is ready.
Resolve to be thyself: and know that he who finds himself, loses his misery.
The bent of our time is towards science, towards knowing things as they are.
The brave, impetuous heart yields everywhere to the subtle, contriving head.
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron 's struggle cease.
All the biblical miracles will at last disappear with the progress of science.
Mind is a light which the Gods mock us with, To lead those false who trust it.
How many minds--almost all the great ones--were formed in secrecy and solitude!
Was Christ a man like us?-Ah! let us try If we then, too, can be such men as he!
But thou, my son, study to make prevail One colour in thy life, the hue of truth.
Have something to say, and say it as clearly as you can. That is the only secret.
To thee only God granted A heart ever new: To all always open; To all always true.
That which in England we call the middle class is in America virtually the nation.
Say, has some wet bird-haunted English lawn Lent it the music of its trees at dawn?
Culture is properly described as the love of perfection; it is a study of perfection.
Truth sits upon the lips of dying men, And falsehood, while I lived, was far from mine.
Business could not make dull, nor passion wild; Who saw life steadily, and saw it whole.
Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties!
The true meaning of religion is thus not simply morality, but morality touched by emotion.
And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, She needs not June for beauty's heightening.
Know, man hath all which Nature hath, but more, And in that more lie all his hopes of good.
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of Time.
The true meaning of religion is thus, not simply morality, but morality touched by emotion.
The heart less bounding at emotion new, The hope, once crushed, less quick to spring again.
Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive, and widely effective mode of saying things.
For this is the true strength of guilty kings, When they corrupt the souls of those they rule.
O strong soul, by what shore Tarriest thou now? For that force, Surely, has not been left vain!
Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore.
To have the sense of creative activity is the great happiness and the great proof of being alive.
All knowledge is interesting to a wise man, and the knowledge of nature is interesting to all men.
And amongst us one, Who most has suffer'd, takes dejectedly His seat upon the intellectual throne.
Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too!
Where great whales come sailing by, Sail and sail, with unshut eye, Round the world for ever and aye.
Our inequality materializes our upper class, vulgarizes our middle class, brutalizes our lower class.
Nature, with equal mind, Sees all her sons at play, Sees man control the wind, The wind sweep man away.
Culture is the passion for sweetness and light, and (what is more) the passion for making them prevail.
He spoke, and loos'd our heart in tears. He laid us as we lay at birth On the cool flowery lap of earth.
Time, so complain'd of, Who to no one man Shows partiality, Brings round to all men Some undimm'd hours.
Grey time-worn marbles Hold the pure Muses. In their cool gallery, By yellow Tiber, They still look fair.
Hither and thither spins The wind-borne mirroring soul, A thousand glimpses wins, And never sees a whole.
Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask. Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge.
Everything in our political life tends to hide from us that there is anything wiser than our ordinary selves.
For science, God is simply the stream of tendency by which all things seek to fulfill the law of their being.