For, strictly considered, what is all Knowledge too but recorded Experience, and a product of History; of which, therefore, Reasoning and Belief,… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Stern accuracy in inquiring, bold imagination in describing, these are the cogs on which history soars or flutters and wobbles. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Great men are the inspired texts of that divine Book of Revelations, whereof a chapter is completed from epoch to epoch, and… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
History shows that the majority of people that have done anything great have passed their youth in seclusion. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
I know so little about any history. How little do I know even about the history of myself. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Parties on the back of Parties, at war with the world and with each other. — 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
