This London City, with all of its houses, palaces, steam-engines, cathedrals, and huge immeasurable traffic an tumult, what is it but a… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
The steam-engine I call fire-demon and great; but it is nothing to the invention of fire. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
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
We remove mountains, and make seas our smooth highway; nothing can resist us. We war with rude Nature; and, by our resistless… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
When we can drain the Ocean into mill-ponds, and bottle up the Force of Gravity, to be sold by retail, in gas… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Neither had Watt of the Steam engine a heroic origin, any kindred with the princes of this world. The princes of this… — 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
