Thomas Carlyle Quotes
To me the Universe was all void of Life, of Purpose, of Volition, even of Hostility; it was one huge, dead, immeasurable Steam-engine, rolling on, in its dead indifference, to grind me limb from limb. Oh vast gloomy, solitary Golgotha, and Mill of Death! Why was the living banished thither companionless, conscious? Why, if there is no Devil; nay, unless the Devil is your God?
Thomas Carlyle
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Ill can he rule the great, that cannot reach the small.
Edmund Spenser
I wish either my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, as they were in duty both equally bound to it, had minded what they were about when they begot me.
Laurence Sterne
Only the unimaginative can fail to find a reason for drinking Champagne.
Oscar Wilde
Yeah, I am a character actor.
Jim Gaffigan
Death is a door. When we close our eyes in this life, we will open our eyes to Jesus.
Anne Graham Lotz
To me the Universe was all void of Life, of Purpose, of Volition, even of Hostility; it was one huge, dead, immeasurable Steam-engine, rolling on, in its dead indifference, to grind me limb from limb. Oh vast gloomy, solitary Golgotha, and Mill of Death! Why was the living banished thither companionless, conscious? Why, if there is no Devil; nay, unless the Devil is your God?
Thomas Carlyle