The tragedy of life is not so much what men suffer, but rather what they miss. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Everywhere in life the true question is, not what we have gained, but what we do. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
There is no life of a man, faithfully recorded, but is a heroic poem of its sort, rhymed or unrhymed. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
In private life I never knew anyone interfere with other people's disputes but he heartily repented of it. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
The weakest living creature, by concentrating his powers on a single object, can accomplish something. The strongest, by dispensing his over many,… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
That monstrous tuberosity of civilised life, the capital of England. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
I came hither [Craigenputtoch] solely with the design to simplify my way of life and to secure the independence through which I… — 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