Quote by Thomas Carlyle
What are your historical Facts; still more your biographical? Wilt

What are your historical Facts; still more your biographical? Wilt thou know a man by stringing-together beadrolls of what thou namest Facts? – Thomas Carlyle

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There is a great discovery still to be made in literature, that of paying literary men by the quantity they do not write. – Thomas Carlyle

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Every human being has a right to hear what other wise human beings have spoken to him. It is one of the Rights of Men; a very cruel injustice if you deny it to a man! – Thomas Carlyle

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History is a mighty dramos, enacted upon the theatre of times, with suns for lamps and eternity for a background. – Thomas Carlyle

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The best current evidence is that media are mere vehicles that deliver instruction but do not influence student achievement any more than the truck that delivers groceries causes change in our nutrition. – Richard Clark

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Twenty children can never play together for twenty years – Michael Adelowo

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Conclusive facts are inseparable from inconclusive except by a head that already understands and knows. – Thomas Carlyle

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