O thou who art able to write a Book, which once in the two centuries or oftener there is a man gifted… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
The Persians are called the French of the East; we will call the Arabs Oriental Italians. A gifted noble people; a people… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Histories are as perfect as the Historian is wise, and is gifted with an eye and a soul. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
A person who is gifted sees the essential point and leaves the rest as surplus. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
God gave you that gifted tongue of yours, and set it between your teeth, to make known your true meaning to us,… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
O thou who art able to write a book which once in the two centuries or oftener there is a man gifted… — 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
