Quotes from Thomas Carlyle

History is the essence of innumerable biographies.

History is a mighty dramos, enacted upon the theatre of times, with suns for lamps and eternity for a background.

The whole past is the procession of the present.

History is a great dust heap.

At the bottom there is no perfect history; there is none such conceivable. All past centuries have rotted down, and gone confusedly dumb and quiet.

I know so little about any history. How little do I know even about the history of myself.

History is the distillation of rumour.

History a distillation of rumor

Why did not somebody teach me the constellations, and make me at home in the starry heavens, which are always overhead, and which I don't half know to this day?

My whinstone house my castle is, I have my own four walls.

Over the times thou hast no power. . . . Solely over one man thou hast quite absolute power. Him redeem and make honest.

There is but one thing without honor, smitten with eternal barrenness, inability to do or to be,-insincerity, unbelief.

I grow daily to honor facts more and more, and theory less and less.

A strong mind always hopes, and has always cause to hope.

The depth of our despair measures what capability and height of claim we have to hope.

Evil, once manfully fronted, ceases to be evil; there is generous battle-hope in place of dead, passive misery; the evil itself has become a kind of good.

Show me the person you honor, for I know better by that the kind of person you are. For you show me what your idea of humanity is.

I have no patience whatever with these gorilla damnifications of humanity.

Thirty millions, mostly fools.

Stern accuracy in inquiring, bold imagination in describing, these are the cogs on which history soars or flutters and wobbles.

Painful for a person is rebellious independence, only in loving companionship with his associates does a person feel safe: Only in reverently bowing down before the higher does a person feel exalted.

Pin your faith to no ones sleeves, haven't you two eyes of your own.

He who has health, has hope; and he who has hope, has everything.

Weak eyes are fondest of glittering objects.