Labor is life: from the inmost heart of the worker rises his God-given force, the sacred celestial life-essence breathed into him by… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
The greatest of all heroes is One--whom we do not name here! Let sacred silence meditate that sacred matter; you will find… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
All true work is sacred. In all true work, were it but true hand work, there is something of divineness. Labor, wide… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
In the true Literary Man there is thus ever, acknowledged or not by the world, a sacredness: he is the light of… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Science has done much for us; but it is a poor science that would hide from us the great deep sacred infinitude… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Happy season of virtuous youth, when shame is still an impassable barrier, and the sacred air-cities of hope have not shrunk into… — 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
