Thomas Carlyle ( 10 of 167 )
History, a distillation of rumor.
History, a distillation of rumor.
It is a mathematical fact that the casting of this pebble from my
hand alters the centre of gravity read more
It is a mathematical fact that the casting of this pebble from my
hand alters the centre of gravity of the universe.
Nay, in every epoch of the world, the great event, parent of all
others, is it not the arrival read more
Nay, in every epoch of the world, the great event, parent of all
others, is it not the arrival of a Thinker in the world?
A certain man has called us, "of all peoples the wisest in
action," but he added, "the stupidest in read more
A certain man has called us, "of all peoples the wisest in
action," but he added, "the stupidest in speech."
Woe to him, . . . who has no court of appeal against the world's
judgment.
Woe to him, . . . who has no court of appeal against the world's
judgment.
The greatest of faults, I should say, is to be conscious of none.
The greatest of faults, I should say, is to be conscious of none.
In a certain sense all men are historians.
In a certain sense all men are historians.
No nobler feeling than this, of admiration for one higher than
himself, dwells in the breast of man. It read more
No nobler feeling than this, of admiration for one higher than
himself, dwells in the breast of man. It is to this hour, and at
all hours, the vivifying influence in man's life.
Silence is more eloquent than words.
Silence is more eloquent than words.
Scarcely two hundred years back can Fame recollect articulately
at all; and there she but maunders and mumbles.
Scarcely two hundred years back can Fame recollect articulately
at all; and there she but maunders and mumbles.
