Clean undeniable right, clear undeniable might: either of these once ascertained puts an end to battle. All battle is a confused experiment… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Battles, in these ages, are transacted by mechanism; with the slightest possible development of human individuality or spontaneity; men now even die,… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
The battle that never ends is the battle of belief against disbelief — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Evil, once manfully fronted, ceases to be evil; there is generous battle-hope in place of dead, passive misery; the evil itself has… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
War is a quarrel between two thieves too cowardly to fight their own battle. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
“War is a quarrel between two thieves too cowardly to fight their own battle; therefore they take boys from one village and… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
A battle is a terrible conjugation of the verb to kill: I kill, thou killest, he kills, we kill, they kill, all… — 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 Image
No sadder proof can be given by a man of his own littleness than disbelief in great men. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
All human things do require to have an ideal in them; to have some soul in them. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
