A star is beautiful; it affords pleasure, not from what it is to do, or to give, but simply by being what… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Why multiply instances? It is written, the Heavens and the Earth shall fade away like a Vesture; which indeed they are: the… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Genuine Work alone, what thou workest faithfully, that is eternal, as the Almighty Founder and World-Builder himself. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
There is but one thing without honor, smitten with eternal barrenness, inability to do or to be,-insincerity, unbelief. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Beautiful it is, and a gleam from the same eternal pole-star visible amid the destinies of men, that all talent, all intellect,… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
No country can find eternal peace and comfort where the vote of Judas Iscariot is as good as the vote of the… — 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
