Thomas Carlyle ( 7 of 167 )
Custom governs the world; it is the tyrant of our feeling and our manners, and rules us with the imperious read more
Custom governs the world; it is the tyrant of our feeling and our manners, and rules us with the imperious hand of a despot
The Orator persuades and carries all with him, he knows not how;
the Rhetorician can prove that he ought read more
The Orator persuades and carries all with him, he knows not how;
the Rhetorician can prove that he ought to have persuaded and
carried all with him.
Every noble crown is, and on Earth will forever be, a crown of
thorns.
Every noble crown is, and on Earth will forever be, a crown of
thorns.
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.
Great is the Tailor, but not the greatest.
Great is the Tailor, but not the greatest.
If they could forget for a moment the correggiosity of Correggio
and the learned babble of the sale-room and read more
If they could forget for a moment the correggiosity of Correggio
and the learned babble of the sale-room and varnishing
Auctioneer.
"A fair day's wage for a fair day's work": it is as just a demand as governed men ever made read more
"A fair day's wage for a fair day's work": it is as just a demand as governed men ever made of governing. It is the everlasting right of man.
