Thou fool! Nature alone is antique, and the oldest art a mushroom; that idle crag thou sittest on is six thousand years… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Midas-eared Mammonism, double-barrelled Dilettantism, and their thousand adjuncts and corollaries, are not the Law by which God Almighty has appointed this His… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
What a wretched thing is all fame! A renown of the highest sort endures, say, for two thousand years. And then? Why,… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Cease to brag to me of America, and its model institutions and constitutions. America, too, will have to strain its energies, crack… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
There can be no acting or doing of any kind till it be recognized that there is a thing to be done;… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
How were friendship possible? In mutual devotedness to the good and true; otherwise impossible, except as armed neutrality or hollow commercial league.… — 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
