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
For suffering and enduring there is no remedy, but striving and doing. – 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
For suffering and enduring there is no remedy, but striving and doing. – Thomas Carlyle
A person with half volition goes backwards and forwards, but makes no progress on even the smoothest of roads. – Thomas Carlyle
The crash of the whole solar and stellar systems could only kill you once. – Thomas Carlyle