Thomas Carlyle

His religion at best is an anxious wish,--like that of Rabelais,
a great Perhaps.

His religion at best is an anxious wish,--like that of Rabelais,
a great Perhaps.

Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer read more

Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come

Happy the People whose Annals are blank in History-Books.

Happy the People whose Annals are blank in History-Books.

Youth is to all the glad reason of life; but often only by what
it hopes, not by what read more

Youth is to all the glad reason of life; but often only by what
it hopes, not by what it attains, or what it escapes.

Humor has justly been regarded as the finest perfection of poetic
genius.

Humor has justly been regarded as the finest perfection of poetic
genius.