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.

If a man wishes to rid himself of a feeling of unbearable oppression, he may have to take hashish.

Strong currents drag many stones and bushes along with them, strong intellects many dense and muddled minds.

We possess art lest we perish of the truth.

Women want to serve, and this is where their happiness lies: but the free spirit does not want to be served, and this is where hishappiness lies.

What the philosopher is seeking is not truth, but rather the metamorphosis of the world into man.

When death brings at last the desired forgetfulness, it abolishes life and being together, and sets the seal on the knowledge that "being" is merely a continual "has been," a thing that lives by denying and destroying and contradicting itself.