To me the Universe was all void of Life, of Purpose, of Volition, even of Hostility; it was one huge, dead, immeasurable… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
The Great Man's sincerity is of the kind he cannot speak of, is not conscious of: nay, I suppose, he is conscious… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
The secret of business is to know something that nobody else knows. The greatest of faults, I should say is to be… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Of all acts of man repentance is the most divine. The greatest of all faults is to be conscious of none. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
The difference between Socrates and Jesus? The great conscious and the immeasurably great unconscious. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Of our thinking it is but the upper surface that we shape into articulate thought; underneath the region of argument and conscious… — 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
