Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. He has a work, a life-purpose; he has… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
I think Scandinavian Paganism, to us here, is more interesting than any other. It is, for one thing, the latest; it continued… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
A thinking man is the worst enemy the Prince of Darkness can have; every time such an one announces himself, I doubt… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Democracy is, by the nature of it, a self-cancelling business: and gives in the long run a net result of zero — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
The scandalous bronze-lacquer age of hungry animalisms, spiritual impotences, and mendacities, will have to run its course, till the pit follow it. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Professors of the Dismal Science, I perceive the length of your tether is now pretty well run; and I must request you… — 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
