Cherish what is dearest while you have it near you, and wait not till it is far away. Blind and deaf that… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
The true Church of England, at this moment, lies in the Editors of the newspapers. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
But deepest of all illusory Appearances, for hiding Wonder, as for many other ends, are your two grand fundamental world-enveloping Appearances, SPACE… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Of all the paths a man could strike into, there is, at any given moment, a best path .. A thing which,… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
A word spoken in season, at the right moment; is the mother of ages. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Are we not Spirits, that are shaped into a body, into an Appearance; and that fade away again into air and Invisibility?… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
The meaning of song goes deep. Who in logical words can explain the effect music has on us? A kind of inarticulate,… — 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
