Thomas Carlyle

Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves
together; that at length they may emerge, full-formed and read more

Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves
together; that at length they may emerge, full-formed and
majestic, into the daylight of Life, which they are thenceforth
to rule.

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.

Poetry, therefore, we will call Musical Thought.

Poetry, therefore, we will call Musical Thought.

For there is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom a
biography, the life of a read more

For there is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom a
biography, the life of a man; also, it may be said, there is no
life of a man, faithfully recorded, but is a heroic poem of its
sort, rhymed or unrhymed.

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.