To us also, through every star, through every blade of grass, is not God made visible if we will open our minds and our eyes. – Thomas Carlyle
War is a quarrel between two thieves too cowardly to fight their own battle. – Thomas Carlyle
The illimitable, silent, never-resting thing called Time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing ocean-tide, on which we and all the universe swim like exhalations, like apparitions which are, and then are not…. – Thomas Carlyle
The three great elements of modern civilization, Gun powder, Printing, and the Protestant religion. – Thomas Carlyle