Maxioms by Matthew Arnold
Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.
Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.
Nature's great law, and law of all men's minds?--
To its own impulse every creature stirs;
Live read more
Nature's great law, and law of all men's minds?--
To its own impulse every creature stirs;
Live by thy light, and earth will live by hers!
The pursuit of the perfect, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and
light.
The pursuit of the perfect, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and
light.
Children of men! the unseen Power, whose eye
Forever doth accompany mankind,
Hath look'd on no religion read more
Children of men! the unseen Power, whose eye
Forever doth accompany mankind,
Hath look'd on no religion scornfully
That men did ever find.
Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore.
Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore.
