Thomas Carlyle

History, a distillation of rumor.

History, a distillation of rumor.

Histories are as perfect as the Historian is wise, and is gifted
with an eye and a soul.

Histories are as perfect as the Historian is wise, and is gifted
with an eye and a soul.

This Mirabeau's work, then is done. He sleeps with the primeval
giants. He has gone over to the majority: read more

This Mirabeau's work, then is done. He sleeps with the primeval
giants. He has gone over to the majority: "Abiit ad plures."

Patience is a virtue, and I'm learning patience. It's a tough lesson.

Patience is a virtue, and I'm learning patience. It's a tough lesson.

What gained we, little moth? Thy ashes,
Thy one brief parting pang may show:
And withering thoughts read more

What gained we, little moth? Thy ashes,
Thy one brief parting pang may show:
And withering thoughts for soul that dashes,
From deep to deep, are but a death more slow.