Are not our greatest men as good as lost? The men that walk daily among us, warming us, feeding us, walk shrouded… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Everywhere the human soul stands between a hemisphere of light and another of darkness; on the confines of the two everlasting empires,… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
A thinking man is the worst enemy the Prince of Darkness can have; every time such an one announces himself, I doubt… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Let him who gropes painfully in darkness or uncertain light, and prays vehemently that the dawn may ripen into day, lay this… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Superstition! that horrid incubus which dwelt in darkness, shunning the light, with all its racks, and poison chalices, and foul sleeping draughts,… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Oblivion is the dark page, whereon Memory writes her light-beam characters, and makes them legible; were it all light, nothing could be… — 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
