We are to remember what an umpire Nature is; what a greatness, composure of depth and tolerance there is in her. You take wheat to cast into the Earth's bosom; your wheat may be mixed with chaff, chopped straw, barn-sweepings, dust and all imaginable rubbish; no matter: you cast it into the kind just Earth; she grows the wheat, - the whole rubbish she silently absorbs, shrouds it in, says nothing of the rubbish.
Thomas CarlyleDemocracy will itself accomplish the salutary universal change from delusive to real, and make a new blessed world of us by and by.
Thomas CarlyleOne is weary of hearing about the omnipotence of money. I will say rather that, for a genuine man, it is not evil to be poor.
Thomas Carlyle