Quotes from Thomas Carlyle

Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together.

In every object there is inexhaustible meaning; the eye sees in it what the eye brings means of seeing.

Adversity is sometimes hard upon a man, but for one man who can stand prosperity, there are a hundred that will stand adversity.

Democracy will prevail when men believe the vote of Judas as good as that of Jesus Christ

Well at ease are the Sleepers for whom Existence is a shallow Dream.

Hunger whets everything, especially Suspicion and Indignation.

History of the world is the biography of the great man. And I said: The great man always act like a thunder. He storms the skies, while others are waiting to be stormed.

When new turns of behavior cease to appear in the life of the individual, its behavior ceases to be intelligent.

Every poet... finds himself born in the midst of prose. He has to struggle from the littleness and obstruction of an actual world into the freedom and infinitude of an ideal.

If you do not wish a man to do a thing, you had better get him to talk about it; for the more men talk, the more likely they are to do nothing else.

A well-written life is almost as rare as one well-spent.

The whole universe is but a huge Symbol of god".

A Dandy is a clothes-wearing Man, a Man whose trade, office and existence consists in the wearing of clothes.

Not our logical faculty, but our imaginative one is king over us. I might say, priest and prophet to lead us to heaven-ward, or magician and wizard to lead us hellward.

The illimitable, silent, never-resting thing called Time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing ocean-tide, on which we and all the Universe swim like exhalations, like apparitions which are, and then are not: this is forever very literally a miracle; a thing to strike us dumb—for we have no word to speak about it.

Today So here hath been dawning Another blue Day: Think wilt thou let it Slip useless away. Out of Eternity This new Day is born; Into Eternity, At night, will return. Behold it aforetime No eye ever did: So soon it forever From all eyes is hid. Here hath been dawning Another blue Day: Think wilt thou let it Slip useless away.

Wondrous indeed is the virtue of a true Book.

Endurance is patience concentrated.

If something be not done, something will do itself one day, and in a fashion that will please nobody

know a Work of Art from a Daub of Artifice)

the worst waste, that of time.

Happy the people whose annals are blank in history books.

A stammering man is never a worthless one. Physiology can tell you why. It is an excess of delicacy, excess of sensibility to the presence of his fellow creature, that makes him stammer.

Any the smallest alteration of my silent daily habits produces anarchy in me