Labor is life: from the inmost heart of the worker rises his God-given force, the sacred celestial life-essence breathed into him by… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
He who first shortened the labor of Copyists by device of Movable Types was disbanding hired armies and cashiering most Kings and… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Thought, true labor of any kind, highest virtue itself, is it not the daughter of Pain? — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
All true work is sacred. In all true work, were it but true hand work, there is something of divineness. Labor, wide… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
And yet without labour there were no ease, no rest, so much as conceivable. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Even in the meanest sorts of labor, the whole soul of a man is composed into a kind of real harmony the… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. He has a work, a Life-purpose... Get your… — 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
