Pin your faith to no ones sleeves, haven't you two eyes of your own. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
The errors of a wise man are literally more instructive than the truths of a fool. The wise man travels in lofty,… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
O thou who art able to write a Book, which once in the two centuries or oftener there is a man gifted… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
But deepest of all illusory Appearances, for hiding Wonder, as for many other ends, are your two grand fundamental world-enveloping Appearances, SPACE… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
To each is given a certain inward talent, a certain outward environment or fortune; to each by wisest combination of these two,… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Everywhere the human soul stands between a hemisphere of light and another of darkness; on the confines of the two everlasting empires,… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
With respect to duels, indeed, I have my own ideas. Few things in this so surprising world strike me with more surprise.… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Scarcely two hundred years back can Fame recollect articulately at all; and there she but maunders and mumbles. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
You can make even a parrot into a learned political economist - all he must learn are the two words "supply" and… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
At worst, is not this an unjust world, full of nothing but beasts of prey, four-footed or two-footed? — 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
War is a quarrel between two thieves too cowardly to fight their own battle. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
One life; a little gleam of Time between two Eternities; no second chance to us for evermore! — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
“War is a quarrel between two thieves too cowardly to fight their own battle; therefore they take boys from one village and… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Habit and imitation--there is nothing more perennial in us than these two. They are the source of all working, and all apprenticeship,… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
O thou who art able to write a book which once in the two centuries or oftener there is a man gifted… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Foolish men imagine that because judgment for an evil thing is delayed, there is no justice; but only accident here below. Judgment… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Pin thy faith to no man's sleeve. Hast thou not two eyes of thy own? — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Wise man was he who counselled that speculation should have free course, and look fearlessly towards all the thirty-two points of the… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
There are but two ways of paying debt: Increase of industry in raising income, increase of thrift in laying out. — 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
