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A well-written life is almost as rare as a well-spent one.
Thomas Carlyle
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Thou fool! Nature alone is antique, and the oldest art a mushroom; that idle crag thou sittest on is six thousand years of age.
Thomas Carlyle
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A man lives by believing something: not by debating and arguing about many things.
Thomas Carlyle
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Over the times thou hast no power. . . . Solely over one man thou hast quite absolute power. Him redeem and make honest.
Thomas Carlyle
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The age of miracles is forever here.
Thomas Carlyle
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We are to remember what an umpire Nature is; what a greatness, composure of depth and tolerance there is in her. You take wheat to cast into the Earth's bosom; your wheat may be mixed with chaff, chopped straw, barn-sweepings, dust and all imaginable rubbish; no matter: you cast it into the kind just Earth; she grows the wheat, - the whole rubbish she silently absorbs, shrouds it in, says nothing of the rubbish.
Thomas Carlyle
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The latest gospel in this world is, know thy work and do it.
Thomas Carlyle
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Alas! while the body stands so broad and brawny, must the soul lie blinded, dwarfed, stupefied, almost annihilated? Alas! this was, too, a breath of God, bestowed in heaven, but on earth never to be unfolded!
Thomas Carlyle
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A thinking man is the worst enemy the Prince of Darkness can have; every time such an one announces himself, I doubt not there runs a shudder through the nether empire; and new emissaries are trained with new tactics, to, if possible, entrap and hoodwink and handcuff him.
Thomas Carlyle
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A very sea of thought; neither calm nor clear, if you will, yet wherein the toughest pearl-diver may dive to his utmost depth, and return not only with sea-wreck but with true orients.
Thomas Carlyle
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There are female dandies as well as clothes-wearing men; and the former are as objectionable as the latter.
Thomas Carlyle
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Rare benevolence, the minister of God.
Thomas Carlyle
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Show me the man you honor, and I will know what kind of man you are.
Thomas Carlyle
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All evil is like a nightmare; the instant you stir under it, the evil is gone.
Thomas Carlyle
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Scarcely two hundred years back can Fame recollect articulately at all; and there she but maunders and mumbles.
Thomas Carlyle
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Clean undeniable right, clear undeniable might: either of these once ascertained puts an end to battle. All battle is a confused experiment to ascertain one and both of these.
Thomas Carlyle
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Money, in truth, can do much, but it cannot do all. We must know the province of it, and confine it there, and even spurn it back when it wishes to get farther.
Thomas Carlyle
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Science has done much for us; but it is a poor science that would hide from us the great deep sacred infinitude of Nescience, on which all science swims as a mere superficial film.
Thomas Carlyle
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A frightful dialect for the stupid, the pedant and dullard sort.
Thomas Carlyle
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What unknown seas of feeling lie in man, and will from time to time break through!
Thomas Carlyle
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I grow daily to honor facts more and more, and theory less and less.
Thomas Carlyle
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Great souls are always loyally submissive, reverent to what is over them: only small mean souls are otherwise.
Thomas Carlyle
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Pain was not given thee merely to be miserable under; learn from it, turn it to account.
Thomas Carlyle
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We call that fire of the black thunder-cloud "electricity," and lecture learnedly about it, and grind the like of it out of glass and silk: but what is it? What made it? Whence comes it? Whither goes it?
Thomas Carlyle
