Statistics is a science which ought to be honourable, the basis of many most important sciences; but it is not to be… — 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
Statistics, one may hope, will improve gradually, and become good for something. Meanwhile, it is to be feared the crabbed satirist was… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
A judicious man uses statistics, not to get knowledge, but to save himself from having ignorance foisted upon him. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
'Genius' which means transcendent capacity of taking trouble, first of all. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
A judicious man looks at Statistics, not to "get knowledge, but to save himself from having ignorance foisted 'on him". — 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
