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Whoso has sixpence is sovereign (to the length of sixpence) over all men; commands cooks to feed him, philosophers to teach him, kings to mount guard over him,to the length of sixpence.
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Tobacco smoke is the one element in which, by our European manners, men can sit silent together without embarrassment, and where no man is bound to speak one word more than he has actually and veritably got to say. Nay, rather every man is admonished and enjoined by the laws of honor, and even of personal ease, to stop short of that point; and at all events to hold his peace and take to his pipe again the instant he has spoken his meaning, if he chance to have any.
Thomas Carlyle
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The true Sovereign of the world, who moulds the world like soft wax, according to his pleasure, is he who lovingly sees into the world.
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The leafy blossoming present time springs from the whole past, remembered and unrememberable.
Thomas Carlyle -
It is now almost my sole rule of life to clear myself of cants and formulas, as of poisonous Nessus shirts.
Thomas Carlyle -
History shows that the majority of people that have done anything great have passed their youth in seclusion.
Thomas Carlyle -
France was long a despotism tempered by epigrams.
Thomas Carlyle -
Venerable to me is the hard hand,--crooked, coarse,--wherein, notwithstanding, lies a cunning virtue, indispensably royal as of the sceptre of the planet.
Thomas Carlyle
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This is the eternal law of Nature for a man, my beneficent Exeter-Hall friends; this, that he shall be permitted, encouraged, and if need be, compelled to do what work the Maker of him has intended by the making of him for this world! Not that he should eat pumpkin with never such felicity in the West India Islands is, or can be, the blessedness of our Black friend; but that he should do useful work there, according as the gifts have been bestowed on him for that.
Thomas Carlyle -
In the true Literary Man there is thus ever, acknowledged or not by the world, a sacredness: he is the light of the world; the world's Priest; -- guiding it, like a sacred Pillar of Fire, in its dark pilgrimage through the waste of Time.
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A thought once awakened does not again slumber.
Thomas Carlyle -
The world is a thing that a man must learn to despise, and even to neglect, before he can learn to reverence it, and work in it and for it.
Thomas Carlyle -
Laughter is one of the very privileges of reason, being confined to the human species.
Thomas Carlyle -
Man's earthly interests,'are all hooked and buttoned together, and held up, by Clothes.
Thomas Carlyle
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Youth is to all the glad season of life; but often only by what it hopes, not by what it attains, or what it escapes.
Thomas Carlyle -
Social Science, is not a 'gay science' but rueful, which finds the secret of this universe in 'supply and demand' and reduces the duty of human governors to that of letting men alone. Not a 'gay science', no, a dreary, desolate, and indeed quite abject and distressing one; what we might call, the dismal science.
Thomas Carlyle -
Hunger whets everything, especially Suspicion and Indignation.
Thomas Carlyle -
Wondrous is the strength of cheerfulness, altogether past calculation its powers of endurance.
Thomas Carlyle -
In a certain sense all men are historians.
Thomas Carlyle -
I too acknowledge the all-out omnipotence of early culture and nature; hereby we have either a doddered dwarf-bush, or a high-towering, wide-shadowing tree! either a sick yellow cabbage, or an edible luxuriant green one. Of a truth, it is the duty of all men, especially of all philosophers, to note down with accuracy the characteristic circumstances of their education,--what furthered, what hindered, what in any way modified it.
Thomas Carlyle
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Is there no God, then, but at best an absentee God, sitting idle, ever since the first Sabbath, at the outside of his Universe?
Thomas Carlyle -
Neither had Watt of the Steam engine a heroic origin, any kindred with the princes of this world. The princes of this world were shooting their partridges... While this man with blackened fingers, with grim brow, was searching out, in his workshop, the Fire-secret.
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Nature admits no lie.
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History is the essence of innumerable biographies.
Thomas Carlyle