Even in the meanest sorts of labor, the whole soul of a man is composed into a kind of real harmony the instant he sets himself to work. – Thomas Carlyle
The first sin in our universe was Lucifers self conceit. – Thomas Carlyle

Even in the meanest sorts of labor, the whole soul of a man is composed into a kind of real harmony the instant he sets himself to work. – Thomas Carlyle
The first sin in our universe was Lucifers self conceit. – Thomas Carlyle
The tragedy of life is not so much what men suffer, but rather what they miss. – Thomas Carlyle