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We Have Our Little Theory On All Human And Divine Things. Poetry, The Workings Of Genius Itself, Which, In All Times, With One Or Another Meaning, Has Been Called Inspiration, And Held To Be Mysterious And Inscrutable, Is No Longer Without Its Scientific Exposition. The Building Of The Lofty Rhyme Is Like Any Other Masonry Or Bricklaying: We Have Theories Of Its Rise, Height, Decline And Fall -- Which Latter, It Would Seem, Is Now Near, Among All People.

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We Have Our Little

Thomas Carlyle

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We Have Our Little Theory On All Human And Divine Things. Poetry, The Workings Of Genius Itself, Which, In All Times, With One Or Another Meaning, Has Been Called Inspiration, And Held To Be Mysterious And Inscrutable, Is No Longer Without Its Scientific Exposition. The Building Of The Lofty Rhyme Is Like Any Other Masonry Or Bricklaying: We Have Theories Of Its Rise, Height, Decline And Fall -- Which Latter, It Would Seem, Is Now Near, Among All People.

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Debt Is A Bottomless Sea.

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Produce, Produce! Were It But The Pitifulest, Infinitesimal Fraction Of A Product, Produce It In God's Name. 'tis The Utmost Thou Hast In Thee? Out With It Then! Up, Up! Whatsoever Thy Hand Findeth To Do, Do It With Thy Whole Might.

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We Have Not Read An Author Till We Have Seen His Object, Whatever It May Be, As He Saw It.

The Healthy Know Not Of Their Health, But Only The Sick: This Is The Physician's Aphorism, And Applicable In A Far Wider Sense Than He Gives It.

Is Not Every Meanest Day The Confluence Of Two Eternities?

Nine-tenths Of The Miseries And Vices Of Mankind Proceed From Idleness.

Men Seldom, Or Rather Never For A Length Of Time And Deliberately, Rebel Against Anything That Does Not Deserve Rebelling Against.

The Greatest Security Against Sin Is To Be Shocked At Its Presence.

Such Is The World. Understand It, Despise It, Love It; Cheerfully Hold On Thy Way Through It, With Thy Eye On Highest Loadstars!

Man Is, And Was Always, A Block-head And Dullard; Much Readier To Feel And Digest, Than To Think And Consider.

A Person Who Is Gifted Sees The Essential Point And Leaves The Rest As Surplus.

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Laughter Is One Of The Very Privileges Of Reason, Being Confined To The Human Species.

Thirty Millions, Mostly Fools.

Doubt, Of Whatever Kind, Can Be Ended By Action Alone.

No Iron Chain, Or Outward Force Of Any Kind, Can Ever Compel The Soul Of A Person To Believe Or To Disbelieve.

What Unknown Seas Of Feeling Lie In Man, And Will From Time To Time Break Through!

Poetry, Therefore, We Will Call Musical Thought.

There Is A Great Discovery Still To Be Made In Literature, That Of Paying Literary Men By The Quantity They Do Not Write.

Earnestness Alone Makes Life Eternity.

He That Can Work Is Born To Be King Of Something.

Venerable To Me Is The Hard Hand,--crooked, Coarse,--wherein, Notwithstanding, Lies A Cunning Virtue, Indispensably Royal As Of The Sceptre Of The Planet.

The Ideal Is In Thyself, The Impediments Too Is In Thyself.

Scarcely Two Hundred Years Back Can Fame Recollect Articulately At All; And There She But Maunders And Mumbles.

Learn To Be Good Readers, Which Is Perhaps A More Difficult Thing Than You Imagine. Learn To Be Discriminative In Your Reading; To Read Faithfully, And With Your Best Attention, All Kinds Of Things Which You Have A Real Interest In,--a Real, Not An Imaginary,--and Which You Find To Be Really Fit For What You Are Engaged In.

Everywhere In Life, The True Question Is Not What We Gain, But What We Do.

I Too Acknowledge The All-out Omnipotence Of Early Culture And Nature; Hereby We Have Either A Doddered Dwarf-bush, Or A High-towering, Wide-shadowing Tree! Either A Sick Yellow Cabbage, Or An Edible Luxuriant Green One. Of A Truth, It Is The Duty Of All Men, Especially Of All Philosophers, To Note Down With Accuracy The Characteristic Circumstances Of Their Education,--what Furthered, What Hindered, What In Any Way Modified It.

Democracy Will Prevail When Men Believe The Vote Of Judas As Good As That Of Jesus Christ.

Reform Is Not Pleasant, But Grievous; No Person Can Reform Themselves Without Suffering And Hard Work, How Much Less A Nation.

Be Not A Slave Of Words.

The Condition Of The Most Passionate Enthusiast Is To Be Preferred Over The Individual Who, Because Of The Fear Of Making A Mistake, Won't In The End Affirm Or Deny Anything

The Thing Is Not Only To Avoid Error, But To Attain Immense Masses Of Truth.

The Coldest Word Was Once A Glowing New Metaphor.

Enjoying Things Which Are Pleasant; That Is Not The Evil; It Is The Reducing Of Our Moral Self To Slavery By Them That Is.

Laughter Is The Cipher Key Wherewith We Decipher The Whole Man

The Persians Are Called The French Of The East; We Will Call The Arabs Oriental Italians. A Gifted Noble People; A People Of Wildstrong Feelings, And Of Iron Restraint Over These: The Characteristic Of Noblemindedness, Of Genius.

In A Symbol There Is Concealment And Yet Revelation: Here Therefore, By Silence And By Speech Acting Together, Comes A Double Significance.

Of A Truth, Men Are Mystically United: A Mystic Bond Of Brotherhood Makes All Men One.

Brotherhood Of Man

I Call That [book Of Job], Apart From All Theories About It, One Of The Grandest Things Ever Written With Pen.

There Is No Heroic Poem In The World But Is At Bottom A Biography, The Life Of A Man.

To Say That We Have A Clear Conscience Is To Utter A Solecism; Had We Never Sinned We Should Have Had No Conscience. Were Defeat Unknown, Neither Would Victory Be Celebrated By Songs Of Triumph.

At Worst, Is Not This An Unjust World, Full Of Nothing But Beasts Of Prey, Four-footed Or Two-footed?

A Stammering Man Is Never A Worthless One. Physiology Can Tell You Why. It Is An Excess Of Sensibility To The Presence Of His Fellow Creature, That Makes Him Stammer.

Speech That Leads Not To Action, Still More That Hinders It, Is A Nuisance On The Earth.

Nakedness, Hunger, Distress Of All Kinds, Death Itself Have Been Cheerfully Suffered, When The Heart Was Right. It Is The Feeling Of Injustice That Is Insupportable To All Men.

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When Pococke Inquired Of Grotius, Where The Proof Was Of That Story Of The Pigeon, Trained To Pick Peas From Mahomet's (muhammad's) Ear, And Pass For An Angel Dictating To Him? Grotius Answered That There Was No Proof!

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The True Past Departs Not, No Truth Or Goodness Realized By Man Ever Dies, Or Can Die; But All Is Still Here, And, Recognized Or Not, Lives And Works Through Endless Change.

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We Have Profoundly Forgotten Everywhere That Cash-payment Is Not The Sole Relation Of Human Beings.

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The Modern Majesty Consists In Work. What A Man Can Do Is His Greatest Ornament, And He Always Consults His Dignity By Doing It.

History Is A Great Dust Heap.

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Fire Is The Best Of Servants, But What A Master!

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To Be True Is Manly, Chivalrous, Christian; To Be False Is Mean, Cowardly, Devilish.

For Man Is Not The Creature And Product Of Mechanism; But, In A Far Truer Sense, Its Creator And Producer.

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A Man Without A Goal Is Like A Ship Without A Rudder.

Genuine Work Alone, What Thou Workest Faithfully, That Is Eternal, As The Almighty Founder And World-builder Himself.

In Books Lies The Soul Fo The Whole Past Time.

There Are Good And Bad Times, But Our Mood Changes More Often Than Our Fortune.

The World Is An Old Woman, And Mistakes Any Gilt Farthing For A Gold Coin; Whereby Being Often Cheated, She Will Thenceforth Trust Nothing But The Common Copper.

Not Only Was Thebes Built By The Music Of An Orpheus; But Without The Music Of Some Inspired Orpheus Was No City Ever Built, No Work That Man Glories In Ever Done.

Woe To Him That Claims Obedience When It Is Not Due; Woe To Him That Refuses It When It Is.

God Almighty Never Created A Man Half As Wise As He Looks.

Cash-payment Never Was, Or Could Except For A Few Years Be, The Union-bond Of Man To Man. Cash Never Yet Paid One Man Fully His Deserts To Another; Nor Could It, Nor Can It, Now Or Henceforth To The End Of The World.

Doubt Of Any Kind Cannot Be Resolved Except By Action.

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The Aristocracy Of Feudal Parchment Has Passed Away With A Mighty Rushing, And Now, By A Natural Course, We Arrive At Aristocracy Of The Money-bag.

A Loving Heart Is The Beginning Of All Knowledge.

Oh, Give Us The Man Who Sings At His Work.

Experience Is The Best Of School Masters, Only The School Fees Are Heavy.

No Mortal Has A Right To Wag His Tongue, Much Less To Wag His Pen, Without Saying Something.

History Shows That The Majority Of People That Have Done Anything Great Have Passed Their Youth In Seclusion.

Nature Is The Time-vesture Of God That Reveals Him To The Wise, And Hides Him From The Foolish.

History, As It Lies At The Root Of All Science, Is Also The First Distinct Product Of Man's Spiritual Nature, His Earliest Expression Of What May Be Called Thought.

The First Duty Of Man Is To Conquer Fear; He Must Get Rid Of It, He Cannot Act Till Then.

Imperfection Clings To A Person, And If They Wait Till They Are Brushed Off Entirely, They Would Spin For Ever On Their Axis, Advancing Nowhere.

A Good Book Is The Purest Essence Of A Human Soul.

What Is Nature? Art Thou Not The Living Government Of God? O Heaven, Is It In Very Deed He Then That Ever Speaks Through Thee, That Lives And Loves In Thee, That Lives And Loves In Me?

He Who First Shortened The Labor Of Copyists By Device Of Movable Types Was Disbanding Hired Armies And Cashiering Most Kings And Senates, And Creating A Whole New Democratic World: He Had Invented The Art Of Printing.

Intellect Is The Soul Of Man, The Only Immortal Part Of Him.

The Present Is The Living Sum-total Of The Whole Past.

Action Hangs, As It Were, Dissolved In Speech, In Thoughts Whereof Speech Is The Shadow; And Precipitates Itself Therefrom. The Kind Of Speech In A Man Betokens The Kind Of Action You Will Get From Him.

O Heaven, It Is Mysterious, It Is Awful To Consider That We Not Only Carry Each A Future Ghost Within Him; But Are, In Very Deed, Ghosts!

A Pygmy Standing On The Outward Crust Of This Small Planet, His Far-reaching Spirit Stretches Outward To The Infinite, And There Alone Finds Rest.

Rare Benevolence, The Minister Of God.

Lies Exist Only To Be Extinguished.

I Have Seen Gleams In The Face And Eyes Of The Man That Have Let You Look Into A Higher Country.

We Call It A Society; And Go About Professing Openly The Totalest Separation, Isolation. Our Life Is Not A Mutual Helpfulness; But Rather, Cloaked Under Due Laws-of-war, Named Fair Competition And So Forth, It Is A Mutual Hostility.

The Greatest Of All Heroes Is One--whom We Do Not Name Here! Let Sacred Silence Meditate That Sacred Matter; You Will Find It The Ultimate Perfection Of A Principle Extant Throughout Man's Whole History On Earth.

Roguery Is Thought By Some To Be Cunning And Laughable: It Is Neither; It Is Devilish.

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Do The Duty Which Lies Nearest To You, The Second Duty Will Then Become Clearer.

Clever Men Are Good, But They Are Not The Best.

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Labor, Wide As The Earth, Has Its Summit In Heaven.

Adversity Is The Diamond Dust Heaven Polishes Its Jewels With.

Nature Admits No Lie.

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To A Shower Of Gold Most Things Are Penetrable.

A True Delineation Of The Smallest Man Is Capable Of Interesting The Greatest Man.

Success In Life, In Anything, Depends Upon The Number Of Persons That One Can Make Himself Agreeable To.

Success In Life

The Eye Of The Intellect "sees In All Objects What It Brought With It The Means Of Seeing."

Quackery Gives Birth To Nothing; Gives Death To All Things.

Manhood Begins When We Have In Any Way Made Truce With Necessity; Begins Even When We Have Surrendered To Necessity, As The Most Part Only Do; But Begins Joyfully And Hopefully Only When We Have Reconciled Ourselves To Necessity; And Thus, In Reality, Triumphed Over It, And Felt That In Necessity We Are Free.

Speech Is Great, But Silence Is Greater.

Science Must Have Originated In The Feeling That Something Was Wrong.

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Once The Mind Has Been Expanded By A Big Idea, It Will Never Go Back To Its Original State.

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Labor Is Life: From The Inmost Heart Of The Worker Rises His God-given Force, The Sacred Celestial Life-essence Breathed Into Him By Almighty God!

A Frightful Dialect For The Stupid, The Pedant And Dullard Sort.

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A Vein Of Poetry Exists In The Hearts Of All Men.

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For Every One Hundred Men Who Can Stand Adversity There Is Only One Who Can Withstand Prosperity.

The Archenemy Is The Arch Stupid!

To Me The Universe Was All Void Of Life, Of Purpose, Of Volition, Even Of Hostility; It Was One Huge, Dead, Immeasurable Steam-engine, Rolling On, In Its Dead Indifference, To Grind Me Limb From Limb. Oh Vast Gloomy, Solitary Golgotha, And Mill Of Death! Why Was The Living Banished Thither Companionless, Conscious? Why, If There Is No Devil; Nay, Unless The Devil Is Your God?

Clean Undeniable Right, Clear Undeniable Might: Either Of These Once Ascertained Puts An End To Battle. All Battle Is A Confused Experiment To Ascertain One And Both Of These.

Talk That Does Not End In Any Kind Of Action Is Better Suppressed Altogether.

Permanence, Perseverance And Persistence In Spite Of All Obstacle S, Discouragement S, And Impossibilities: It Is This, That In All Things Distinguishes The Strong Soul From The Weak.

The Mystery Of A Person, Indeed, Is Ever Divine To Him That Has A Sense For The Godlike.

Show Me The Man You Honor, And I Will Know What Kind Of Man You Are.

All Evil Is Like A Nightmare; The Instant You Stir Under It, The Evil Is Gone.

Macaulay Is Well For Awhile, But One Wouldn't Live Under Niagara.

Conviction Is Worthless Unless It Is Converted Into Conduct.

Wise Man Was He Who Counselled That Speculation Should Have Free Course, And Look Fearlessly Towards All The Thirty-two Points Of The Compass, Whithersoever And Howsoever It Listed.

Nothing Builds Self-esteem And Self-confidence Like Accomplishment.

If What You Have Done Is Unjust, You Have Not Succeeded.

Youth Is To All The Glad Season Of Life; But Often Only By What It Hopes, Not By What It Attains, Or What It Escapes.

Freedom Is The One Purport, Wisely Aimed At, Or Unwisely, Of All Man's Struggles, Toilings And Sufferings, In This Earth.

If You Are Looking At Data Over And Over You Better Be Taking Away Valuable Insight Every Time. If You Are Constantly Looking At Data That Isn't Leading To Strategic Action Stop Wasting Your Time And Look For More Actionable Analytics.

Society Is Founded On Hero-worship.

The Highest Ensign That Men Ever Met And Embraced Under, The Cross Itself, Had No Meaning Save An Accidental Extrinsic One.

The End Of Man Is An Action, And Not A Thought, Though It Were The Noblest?

A Fourth Estate, Of Able Editors, Springs Up.

Pin Thy Faith To No Man's Sleeve. Hast Thou Not Two Eyes Of Thy Own?

A Man's Religion Consists, Not Of The Many Things He Is In Doubt Of And Tries To Believe, But Of The Few He Is Assured Of And Has No Need Of Effort For Believing.

Once Turn To Practice, Error And Truth Will No Longer Consort Together.

This London City, With All Of Its Houses, Palaces, Steam-engines, Cathedrals, And Huge Immeasurable Traffic An Tumult, What Is It But A Thought, But Millions Of Thoughts Made Into One-a Huge Immeasurable Spirit Of A Thought, Embodied In Brick, In Iron, Smoke, Dust, Palaces, Parliaments, Hackney Coaches, Katherine Docks, And The Rest Of It! Not A Brick Was Made But Some Man Had To Think Of The Making Of That Brick.

A Man Perfects Himself By Working.

I Have No Patience Whatever With These Gorilla Damnifications Of Humanity.

Not What I Have, But What I Do Is My Kingdom.

These Arabs, The Man Mahomet, And That One Century, - Is It Not As If A Spark Had Fallen, One Spark, On A World Of What Proves Explosive Powder, Blazes Heaven-high From Delhi To Granada! I Said, The Great Man Was Always As Lightning Out Of Heaven; The Rest Of Men Waited For Him Like Fuel, And Then They Too Would Flame.

The Deadliest Sin Were The Consciousness Of No Sin

The Genuine Essence Of Truth Never Dies.

Life Is A Series Of Lessons That Have To Be Understood.

Armed Soldier, Terrible As Death, Relentless As Doom; Doing God's Judgement On The Enemies Of God. It Is A Phenomenon Not Of Joyful Nature; No, But Of Awful, To Be Looked At With Pious Terror And Awe.

Let Each Become All That He Was Created Capable Of Being.

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