There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

When a man is ill his very goodness is sickly.

They're so cold, these scholars! May lightning strike their food so that their mouths learn how to eat fire!

The poison by which the weaker nature is destroyed is strengthening to the strong individual and he does not call it poison.

Happiness: being able to forget or, to express in a more learned fashion.

That roguish and cheerful vice, politeness.

Carlyle, a man of strong words and attitudes, a rhetorician out of necessity, constantly aroused by the craving for a strong faithas well as by the feeling of an incapacity for it (Min this respect a typical romantic!).... Fundamentally, Carlyle is an English atheist who makes it a point of honor not to be one.