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
Democracy will itself accomplish the salutary universal change from delusive to real, and make a new blessed world of us by and… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Wealth of a man is the number of things which he loves and blesses which he is loved and blessed by. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Blessed be the God's voice; for it is true, and falsehoods have to cease before it! — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
It is great, and there is no other greatness-to make one nook of God's Creation more fruitful, better, more worthy of God;… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. — 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... Get your… — 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
