For man is not the creature and product of Mechanism; but, in a far truer sense, its creator and producer. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
What is all Knowledge too but recorded Experience, and a product of History; of which, therefore, Reasoning and Belief, no less than… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
History, as it lies at the root of all science, is also the first distinct product of man's spiritual nature, his earliest… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Produce, produce! Were it but the pitifulest, infinitesimal fraction of a product, produce it in God's name. 'Tis the utmost thou hast… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
For, strictly considered, what is all Knowledge too but recorded Experience, and a product of History; of which, therefore, Reasoning and Belief,… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Alas! we know that ideals can never be completely embodied in practice. Ideals must ever lie a great way off--and we will… — 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
