Thomas Carlyle

The barrenest of all mortals is the sentimentalist.

The barrenest of all mortals is the sentimentalist.

Ridicule is the language of the devil

Ridicule is the language of the devil

We have oftener than once endeavoured to attach some meaning to
that aphorism, vulgarly imputed to Shaftesbury, which however read more

We have oftener than once endeavoured to attach some meaning to
that aphorism, vulgarly imputed to Shaftesbury, which however we
can find nowhere in his works, that "ridicule is the test of
truth."

To-day is not yesterday: we ourselves change; how can our Works
and Thoughts, if they are always to be read more

To-day is not yesterday: we ourselves change; how can our Works
and Thoughts, if they are always to be the fittest, continue
always the same? Change, indeed, is painful; yet ever needful;
and if Memory have its force and worth, so also has Hope.

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.