No sooner does a great man depart, and leave his character as public property, than a crowd of little men rushes towards… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
The great silent man! Looking round on the noisy inanity of the world,--words with little meaning, actions with little worth,--one loves to… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Hardened round us, encasing wholly every notion we form is a wrapping of traditions, hearsay's, and mere words. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Happy season of childhood! Kind Nature, that art to all a bountiful mother; that visitest the poor man's hut With auroral radiance;… — 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 dead are all holy, even they that were base and wicked while alive. Their baseness and wickedness was not they, was… — 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
