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 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