Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
All work is as seed sown; it grows and spreads, and sows itself anew. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
... There is always hope in a man who actually and earnestly works. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
It is the first of all problems for a man to find out what kind of work he is to do in… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Even in the meanest sorts of labor, the whole soul of a man is composed into a kind of real harmony the… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
The modern majesty consists in work. What a man can do is his greatest ornament, and he always consults his dignity by… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
All true work is sacred. In all true work, were it but true hand work, there is something of divineness. Labor, wide… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Work is the grand cure for all maladies and miseries that ever beset mankind - honest work, which you intend getting done — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
A man willing to work, and unable to find work, is perhaps the saddest sight that fortune's inequality exhibits under this sun. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Work is the grand cure of all the maladies and miseries that ever beset mankind. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
There is always hope in a man that actually and earnestly works: in Idleness alone is there perpetual despair. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Our works are the mirror wherein the spirit first sees its natural lineaments. Hence, too, the folly of that impossible precept, Know… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
“Idleness is worst, Idleness alone is without hope: work earnestly at anything, you will by degrees learn to work at almost all… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
A man perfects himself by working. Foul jungles are cleared away, fair seed-fields rise instead, and stately cities; and with the man… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. He has a work, a life-purpose; he has… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
On the whole, I would bid you stand up to your work, whatever it may be, and not be afraid of it;… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
The glory of a workman, still more of a master workman, that he does his work well, ought to be his most… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
There is a perennial nobleness, and even sacredness, in work. Were he never so benighted, forgetful of his high calling, there is… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Give us, O give us the man who sings at his work! Be his occupation what it may, he is equal to… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
He that will not work according to his faculty, let him perish according to his necessity: there is no law juster than… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Genuine Work alone, what thou workest faithfully, that is eternal, as the Almighty Founder and World-Builder himself. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
O thou that pinest in the imprisonment of the Actual, and criest bitterly to the gods for a kingdom wherein to rule and create,… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share
No sadder proof can be given by a man of his own littleness than disbelief in great men. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share
Fame, we may understand, is no sure test of merit, but only a probability of such: it is an accident, not a property, of… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share
Be a pattern to others, and then all will go well; for as a whole city is affected by the licentious passions and vices… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share
The glory of a workman, still more of a master workman, that he does his work well, ought to be his most precious possession;… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share
All human things do require to have an ideal in them; to have some soul in them. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share
Insurrection, never so necessary, is a most sad necessity; and governors who wait for that to instruct them are surely getting into the fatalest… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share
Let Time and Chance combine, combine! Let Time and Chance combine! The fairest love from heaven above, That love of yours was mine, My… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share
Does not every true man feel that he is himself made higher by doing reverence to what is really above him? — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share
