Foolish men imagine that because judgment for an evil thing is delayed, there is no justice; but only accident here below. Judgment… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Nakedness, hunger, distress of all kinds, death itself have been cheerfully suffered, when the heart was right. It is the feeling of… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Pin thy faith to no man's sleeve. Hast thou not two eyes of thy own? — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Prayer is and remains always a native and deepest impulse of the soul of man. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
It is the first of all problems for a man to find out what kind of work he is to do in… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Is man’s civilization only a wrappage, through which the savage nature of him can still burst, infernal as ever? — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Heroism is the divine relation which, in all times, unites a great man to other men. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Man's earthly interests,'are all hooked and buttoned together, and held up, by Clothes. — 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
Of all the things which man can do or make here below, by far the most momentous, wonderful, and worthy are the… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Neither had Watt of the Steam engine a heroic origin, any kindred with the princes of this world. The princes of this… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
A poor creature who has said or done nothing worth a serious man taking the trouble of remembering. — 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
A fair day's wage for a fair day's work": it is as just a demand as governed men ever made of governing.… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Trust not the heart of that man for whom old clothes are not venerable. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Give us, O give us the man who sings at his work! Be his occupation what it may, he is equal to… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
A man with a half volition goes backwards and forwards, and makes no way on the smoothest road; a man with a… — 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
In the poorest cottage are Books: is one Book, wherein for several thousands of years the spirit of man has found light,… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
The situation that has not its duty, its ideal, was never yet occupied by man. Yes, here, in this poor, miserable, hampered,… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Wise man was he who counselled that speculation should have free course, and look fearlessly towards all the thirty-two points of the… — 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
