The condition of the most passionate enthusiast is to be preferred over the individual who, because of the fear of making a mistake, wont in the end affirm or deny anything. – Thomas Carlyle
The world is a republic of mediocrities, and always was. – Thomas Carlyle
No person was every rightly understood until they had been first regarded with a certain feeling, not of tolerance, but of sympathy. – Thomas Carlyle
Silence is more eloquent than words. – Thomas Carlyle
Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves. – Thomas Carlyle
When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with it fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze. – Thomas Carlyle
Speech is of time, silence is of eternity. – Thomas Carlyle
No good book or good thing of any kind shows it best face at first. No the most common quality of in a true work of art that has excellence and depth, is that at first sight it produces a certain disappointment. – Thomas Carlyle
Conviction is worthless unless it is converted into conduct. – Thomas Carlyle
The actual well seen is ideal. – Thomas Carlyle
Not what I have, but what I do is my kingdom. – Thomas Carlyle
Imperfection clings to a person, and if they wait till they are brushed off entirely, they would spin for ever on their axis, advancing nowhere. – Thomas Carlyle
Our life is not really a mutual helpfulness; but rather, its fair competition cloaked under due laws of war; its a mutual hostility. – Thomas Carlyle
The spiritual is the parent of the practical. – Thomas Carlyle
No ghost was every seen by two pair of eyes. – Thomas Carlyle
The merit of originality is not novelty; it is sincerity. – Thomas Carlyle
No age seemed the age of romance to itself. – Thomas Carlyle
The hell of these days is the fear of not getting along, especially of not making money. – Thomas Carlyle
Egotism is the source and summary of all faults and miseries. – Thomas Carlyle
Mans unhappiness, as I construe, comes of his greatness; it is because there is an Infinite in him, which with all his cunning he cannot quite bury under the Finite. – Thomas Carlyle
