The cut of a garment speaks of intellect and talent and the color of temperament and heart. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
We observe with confidence that the truly strong mind, view it as intellect or morality, or under any other aspect, is nowise… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
It is a strange trade that of advocacy. Your intellect, your highest heavenly gift is hung up in the shop window like… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
The all importance of clothes has sprung up in the intellect of the dandy without effort, like an instinct of genius; he… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
The eye of the intellect "sees in all objects what it brought with it the means of seeing." — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Beautiful it is, and a gleam from the same eternal pole-star visible amid the destinies of men, that all talent, all intellect,… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
If I say that Shakespeare is the greatest of intellects, I have said all concerning him. But there is more in Shakespeare's… — 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
