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
The depth of our despair measures what capability and height of claim we have to hope. – Thomas Carlyle
Not on morality, but on cookery, let us build our stronghold: there brandishing our frying-pan, as censer, let us offer sweet incense to the Devil, and live at ease on the fat things he has provided for his elect! – Thomas Carlyle
The tragedy of life is not so much what men suffer, but rather what they miss. – Thomas Carlyle