Matthew Arnold
Matthew Arnold
Matthew Arnoldwas an English poet and cultural critic who worked as an inspector of schools. He was the son of Thomas Arnold, the famed headmaster of Rugby School, and brother to both Tom Arnold, literary professor, and William Delafield Arnold, novelist and colonial administrator. Matthew Arnold has been characterised as a sage writer, a type of writer who chastises and instructs the reader on contemporary social issues...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth24 December 1822
culture love origin properly study
Culture is. . . properly described not as having its origin in curiosity, but as having its origin in the love of perfection; it is a study of perfection.
culture believer
I am a Liberal, yet I am a Liberal tempered by experience, reflexion, and renouncement, and I am, above all, a believer in culture.
mean perfection culture
Culture being a pursuit of our total perfection by means of getting to know, on all the matters which most concern us, the best which has been thought and said in the world.
world culture said
Culture is to know the best that has been said and thought in the world
dance culture world
Culture, the acquainting ourselves with the best that has been known and said in the world, and thus with the history of the human spirit.
culture bishops reason
There is no better motto which it [culture] can have than these words of Bishop Wilson, "To make reason and the will of God prevail."
intellectual culture moral
Culture is both an intellectual phenomenon and a moral one
men culture apostles
Men of culture are the true apostles of equality
passion light culture
Culture is the passion for sweetness and light, and (what is more) the passion for making them prevail.
perfection culture study
Culture is properly described as the love of perfection; it is a study of perfection.
enjoyed light lived small
Is it so small a thing / To have enjoyed the sun, / To have lived light in the spring, / To have loved, to have thought, to have done?
cool crossing fingers slow stream swings thames thy trailing
Crossing the stripling Thames at Bablock-hithe, / Trailing in the cool stream thy fingers wet, / As the slow punt swings round.
armies clash confused ignorant night plain struggle swept
And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night
itself society
Our society distributes itself into Barbarians, Philistines, and Populace.