Thomas Carlyle

What gained we, little moth? Thy ashes,
Thy one brief parting pang may show:
And withering thoughts read more

What gained we, little moth? Thy ashes,
Thy one brief parting pang may show:
And withering thoughts for soul that dashes,
From deep to deep, are but a death more slow.

Under all speech that is good for anything there lies a silence that is better. Silence is deep as Eternity; read more

Under all speech that is good for anything there lies a silence that is better. Silence is deep as Eternity; speech is shallow as Time.

Genius . . . means the transcendent capacity of taking trouble.

Genius . . . means the transcendent capacity of taking trouble.

Make yourself an honest man, and then you may be sure there is one less rascal in the world.

Make yourself an honest man, and then you may be sure there is one less rascal in the world.

Our grand business is not to see what lies dimly at a distance, but to do what lies clearly at read more

Our grand business is not to see what lies dimly at a distance, but to do what lies clearly at hand.