Government is emphatically a machine: to the discontented a taxing machine, to the contented a machine for securing property. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Laws themselves, political Constitutions, are not our Life; but only the house wherein our Life is led. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Men are to be guided only by their self-interests. Good government is a good balancing of these; and, except a keen eye… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
What is nature? Art thou not the living government of God? O Heaven, is it in very deed He then that ever… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
In the long-run every Government is the exact symbol of its People, with their wisdom and unwisdom; we have to say, Like… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Little other than a red tape Talking-machine, and unhappy Bag of Parliamentary Eloquence. — 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
