The Orator persuades and carries all with him, he knows not how; the Rhetorician can prove that he ought to have persuaded… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Who is it that loves me and will love me forever with an affection which no chance, no misery, no crime of… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
All human souls, never so bedarkened, love light; light once kindled spreads till all is luminous. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Love not pleasure; love God. This is the Everlasting Yea, wherein all contradiction is solved ... — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
It is through symbols that man consciously or unconsciously lives, works and has his being. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
We have not the love of greatness, but the love of the love of greatness. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
How were friendship possible? In mutual devotedness to the good and true; otherwise impossible, except as armed neutrality or hollow commercial league.… — 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
