It is meritorious to insist on forms; religion and all else naturally clothes itself in forms. Everywhere the formed world is the… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Only perhaps in the United States, which alone of countries can do without governing,every man being at least able to live, and… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Hardened round us, encasing wholly every notion we form is a wrapping of traditions, hearsay's, and mere words. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
The essence of humor is sensibility; warm, tender fellow-feeling with all forms of existence. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
So much of truth, only under an ancient obsolete vesture, but the spirit of it still true, do I find in the… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Taste, if it mean anything but a paltry connoisseurship, must mean a general susceptibility to truth and nobleness, a sense to discern,… — 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
