When new turns of behavior cease to appear in the life of the individual, its behavior ceases to be intelligent. — 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
Blessed be the God's voice; for it is true, and falsehoods have to cease before it! — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Cease to brag to me of America, and its model institutions and constitutions. America, too, will have to strain its energies, crack… — 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
Innumerable are the illusions and legerdemain-tricks of custom: but of all of these, perhaps the cleverest is her knack of persuading us… — 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
