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Culture is the process by which a person becomes all that they were created capable of being.
Thomas Carlyle
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Thomas Carlyle
Age: 85 †
Born: 1795
Born: December 4
Died: 1881
Died: February 5
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Happy season of childhood! Kind Nature, that art to all a bountiful mother that visitest the poor man's hut With auroral radiance and for thy nursling hast provided a soft swathing of love and infinite hope wherein he waxes and slumbers, danced round by sweetest dreams!
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What a wretched thing is all fame! A renown of the highest sort endures, say, for two thousand years. And then? Why, then, a fathomless eternity swallows it. Work for eternity not the meagre rhetorical eternity of the periodical critics, but for the real eternity wherein dwelleth the Divine.
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History is the new poetry.
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If I say that Shakespeare is the greatest of intellects, I have said all concerning him. But there is more in Shakespeare's intellect than we have yet seen. It is what I call an unconscious intellect there is more virtue in it that he himself is aware of.
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Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May but at length the season of summer does come.
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Midas-eared Mammonism, double-barrelled Dilettantism, and their thousand adjuncts and corollaries, are not the Law by which God Almighty has appointed this His universe to go.
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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.
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A dandy is a clothes-wearing man--a man whose trade, office, and existence consist in the wearing of clothes. Every faculty of his soul, spirit, person and purse is heroically consecrated to this one object--the wearing of clothes, wisely and well so that, as others dress to live, he lives to dress.
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Shakespeare says, we are creatures that look before and after the more surprising that we do not look around a little, and see what is passing under our very eyes.
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If those gentlemen would let me alone I should be much obliged to them. I would say, as Shakespeare would say... Sweet Friend, for Jesus sake forbear.
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Popular opinion is the greatest lie in the world.
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Men seldom, or rather never for a length of time and deliberately, rebel against anything that does not deserve rebelling against.
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A background of wrath, which can be stirred up to the murderous infernal pitch, does lie in every man.
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No nobler feeling than this, of admiration for one higher than himself, dwells in the breast of man. It is to this hour, and at all hours, the vivifying influence in man's life.
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To the wisest man, wide as is his vision. Nature remains of quite infinite depth, of quite infinite expansion and all experience thereof limits itself to some few computed centuries and measured square miles.
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For man is not the creature and product of Mechanism but, in a far truer sense, its creator and producer.
Thomas Carlyle
Nothing is more terrible than activity without insight.
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Superstition! that horrid incubus which dwelt in darkness, shunning the light, with all its racks, and poison chalices, and foul sleeping draughts, is passing away without return. Religion cannot pass away. The burning of a little straw may hide the stars of the sky but the stars are there and will reappear.
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Eternity looks grander and kinder if time grow meaner and more hostile.
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Thought, true labor of any kind, highest virtue itself, is it not the daughter of Pain?
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