Tobacco smoke is the one element in which, by our European manners, men can sit silent together without embarrassment, and where no… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Is not light grander than fire? It is the same element in a state of purity. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together; that at length they may emerge, full-formed and majestic, into the… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Well might the ancients make silence a god; for it is the element of all godhood, infinitude, or transcendental greatness,--at once the… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
If there be not a religious element in the relations of men, such relations are miserable and doomed to ruin. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
The three great elements of modern civilization, Gun powder, Printing, and the Protestant religion. — 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
