We are to take no counsel with flesh and blood; give ear to no vain cavils, vain sorrows and wishes; to know… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
When Pococke inquired of Grotius, where the proof was of that story of the pigeon, trained to pick peas from Mahomet's (Muhammad's)… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
These Arabs, the man Mahomet, and that one century, - is it not as if a spark had fallen, one spark, on… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
As there is no danger of our becoming, any of us, Mahometans (i.e. Muslim), I mean to say all the good of… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
“It is a great shame for anyone to listen to the accusation that Islam is a lie and that Muhammad was a… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
A greater number of God's creatures believe in Mahomet's word at this hour than in any other word whatever. Are we to… — 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
