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.

We no longer love our knowledge enough once we have passed it on.

A labyrinthine man never seeks the truth, but only his Ariadne.

one does not only wish to be understood when one writes; one wishes just as surely not to be understood.

It is obvious that all sense has gone out of modern marriage; which is, however, no objection to marriage but to modernity.

I should not believe in a God who does not dance.

It is not when truth is dirty, but when it is shallow, that the lover of knowledge is reluctant to step into its waters.