All human things do require to have an ideal in them; to have some soul in them. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Work is the grand cure of all the maladies and miseries that ever beset mankind. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
I have no patience whatever with these gorilla damnifications of humanity. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Everywhere the human soul stands between a hemisphere of light and another of darkness; on the confines of the two everlasting empires,… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Nine-tenths of the miseries and vices of mankind proceed from idleness. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Generations are as the days of toilsome mankind; death and birth are the vesper and the matin bells that summon mankind to… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Show me the person you honor, for I know better by that the kind of person you are. For you show me… — 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
