Man is, properly speaking, based upon hope, he has no other possession but hope; this world of his is emphatically the place… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
... There is always hope in a man who actually and earnestly works. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
“Idleness is worst, Idleness alone is without hope: work earnestly at anything, you will by degrees learn to work at almost all… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
There is always hope in a man that actually and earnestly works: in Idleness alone is there perpetual despair. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Today is not yesterday: we ourselves change; how can our works and thoughts, if they are always to be the fittest, continue… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Happy season of virtuous youth, when shame is still an impassable barrier, and the sacred air-cities of hope have not shrunk into… — 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
