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Thomas Carlyle quotes
Thomas Carlyle (1795 to 1881) was a Scottish historian and essayist, famous in his time for The French Revolution and for a thunderous prose style. Quill quotes On Heroes, Hero-Worship, and the Heroic in History, Past and Present, and Sartor Resartus.
He's strongest on work and on the feeling of being lost, which Sartor Resartus handles in a strange half-comic way. Many of his views on race and authority were ugly even to some contemporaries, and quoting a line about labour doesn't excuse them. He's worth reading with your eyes open.
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On Heroes, Hero-Worship, and the Heroic in History
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How much does one of us foresee of his own life?
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… by step dramatically unfolded, with all manner of cunning, deceptive dramaturgy, as he went on,—the hollow, scheming [Gr.] Upokrites, or Play-actor, that he was! This is a radical perversion; all but universal in such cases. And think for an instant how different the fact is! How much does one of us foresee of his own life? Short way ahead of us it is all dim; an unwound skein of possibilities, of apprehensions, attemptabilities, vague-looming hopes. This Cromwell had not his life lying all in that fashion of Program, which he needed then, with that unfathomable cunning of his, only to enact …
Sincerity, I think, is better than grace.
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… Powers visibly seen at work in the world round him. This, I should say, is more sincerely done in the Scandinavian than in any Mythology I know. Sincerity is the great characteristic of it. Superior sincerity (far superior) consoles us for the total want of old Grecian grace. Sincerity, I think, is better than grace. I feel that these old Northmen wore looking into Nature with open eye and soul: most earnest, honest; childlike, and yet manlike; with a great-hearted simplicity and depth and freshness, in a true, loving, admiring, unfearing way. A right valiant, true old race of men. Such …
Brick must lie on brick as it may and can.
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… French Revolutions, social explosions in ancient or modern times. You have put the too Unable Man at the head of affairs! The too ignoble, unvaliant, fatuous man. You have forgotten that there is any rule, or natural necessity whatever, of putting the Able Man there. Brick must lie on brick as it may and can. Unable Simulacrum of Ability, quack, in a word, must adjust himself with quack, in all manner of administration of human things;—which accordingly lie unadministered, fermenting into unmeasured masses of failure, of indigent misery: in the outward, and in the inward or …
On the whole, there are no excuses.
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"False as a bulletin" became a proverb in Napoleon's time. He makes what excuse he could for it: that it was necessary to mislead the enemy, to keep up his own men's courage, and so forth. On the whole, there are no excuses. A man in no case has liberty to tell lies. It had been, in the long-run, better for Napoleon too if he had not told any. In fact, if a man have any purpose reaching beyond the hour and day, meant to be found extant next day, what good can it ever be to promulgate lies? The …
Give a thing time; if it can succeed, it is a right thing.
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… a very rough defective thing. But we, and all men, may understand that it was a genuine thing; for Nature has adopted it, and it has grown, and grows. I say sometimes, that all goes by wager-of-battle in this world; that strength, well understood, is the measure of all worth. Give a thing time; if it can succeed, it is a right thing. Look now at American Saxondom; and at that little Fact of the sailing of the Mayflower, two hundred years ago, from Delft Haven in Holland! Were we of open sense as the Greeks were, we had found a Poem here; one of Nature's own Poems, such as she writes in broad facts over …
Not how much chaff is in you; but whether you have any wheat.
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… lives immortal as man himself! It is the way with Nature. The genuine essence of Truth never dies. That it be genuine, a voice from the great Deep of Nature, there is the point at Nature's judgment-seat. What we call pure or impure, is not with her the final question. Not how much chaff is in you; but whether you have any wheat. Pure? I might say to many a man: Yes, you are pure; pure enough; but you are chaff,—insincere hypothesis, hearsay, formality; you never were in contact with the great heart of the Universe at all; you are properly neither pure nor impure; you are nothing, Nature has no …
One Life; a little gleam of Time between two Eternities; no second chance to us forevermore!
Speech is great; but Silence is greater.
One should have tolerance for a man, hope of him; leave him to try yet what he will do.
We must get rid of Fear; we cannot act at all till then.
A fundamental mistake to call vehemence and rigidity strength!
Small thanks to a man for keeping his hands clean, who would not touch the work but with gloves on!
Sincerity, I say again, is the saving merit, now as always.
Money, in truth, can do much, but it cannot do all.
Past and Present
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Habit is the deepest law of human nature.
Doubt, of whatever kind, can be ended by Action alone.
Isolation is the sum-total of wretchedness to man.
Love of men cannot be bought by cash-payment; and without love, men cannot endure to be together.
One monster there is in the world: the idle man.
The only happiness a brave man ever troubled himself with asking much about was, happiness enough to get his work done.
The latest Gospel in this world is, Know thy work and do it.
All true Work is sacred; in all true Work, were it but true hand-labour, there is something of divineness.
Sartor Resartus
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Infinite is the help man can yield to man.
Forward with us, courageous reader; be it towards failure, or towards success!
How then could I believe in my Strength, when there was as yet no mirror to see it in?
Wondrous indeed is the virtue of a true Book.
Disbelieving all things, the poor youth had never learned to believe in himself.
What is the use of health, or of life, if not to do some work therewith?
The Situation that has not its Duty, its Ideal, was never yet occupied by man.
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