O Heaven, it is mysterious, it is awful to consider that we not only carry each a future Ghost within him; but… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Force, force, everywhere force; we ourselves a mysterious force in the centre of that. "There is not a leaf rotting on the… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Oh, Heaven, it is mysterious, it is awful to consider that we not only carry a future Ghost within us; but are,… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Ever, as before, does Madness remain a mysterious-terrific, altogether infernal boiling-up of the Nether Chaotic Deep, through this fair-painted Vision of Creation,… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
We have our little theory on all human and divine things. Poetry, the workings of genius itself, which, in all times, with… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Secrecy is the element of all goodness; even virtue, even beauty is mysterious. — 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
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
