When we can drain the Ocean into mill-ponds, and bottle up the Force of Gravity, to be sold by retail, in gas jars; then may we hope to comprehend the infinitudes of mans soul under formulas of Profit and Loss; and rule over this too, as over a patent engine, by checks, and valves, and balances. – 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