True friends, like ivy and the wall Both stand together, and together fall. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
“When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with its fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
We have our little theory on all human and divine things. Poetry, the workings of genius itself, which, in all times, with… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Neither let mistakes and wrong directions - of which every man, in his studies and elsewhere, falls into many - discourage you.… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Our very walking is an incessant falling; a falling and a catching of ourselves before we come actually to the pavement. It… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
The weakest living creature, by concentrating his powers on a single object, can accomplish something. The strongest, by dispensing his over many,… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
The fine arts once divorcing themselves from truth are quite certain to fall mad, if they do not die. — 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
