The errors of a wise man are literally more instructive than the truths of a fool. The wise man travels in lofty,… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Poverty, we may say, surrounds a man with ready-made barriers, which if they do mournfully gall and hamper, do at least prescribe… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
A man protesting against error is on the way towards uniting himself with all men that believe in truth. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
The thing is not only to avoid error, but to attain immense masses of truth. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
It is not honest inquiry that makes anarchy; but it is error, insincerity, half belief and untruth that make it. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
They have their belief, these poor Tibet people, that Providence sends down always an Incarnation of Himself into every generation. At bottom… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Once turn to practice, error and truth will no longer consort together. — 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
