Maxioms by Thomas Carlyle
Woe to him, . . . who has no court of appeal against the world's
judgment.
Woe to him, . . . who has no court of appeal against the world's
judgment.
We should take care not to make the intellect our god; it has, of
course, powerful muscles, but no read more
We should take care not to make the intellect our god; it has, of
course, powerful muscles, but no personality.
Everywhere the human soul stands between a hemisphere of light and another of darkness; on the confines of the two read more
Everywhere the human soul stands between a hemisphere of light and another of darkness; on the confines of the two everlasting empires, necessity and free will.
The coldest word was once a glowing new metaphor.
The coldest word was once a glowing new metaphor.
No sadder proof can be given by a man of his own littleness than disbelief in great men.
No sadder proof can be given by a man of his own littleness than disbelief in great men.
