The dead are all holy, even they that were base and wicked while alive. Their baseness and wickedness was not they, was but the heavy and unmanageable environment that lay round them.

What you see, but can't see over is as good as infinite.

Force, force, everywhere force; we ourselves a mysterious force in the centre of that. "There is not a leaf rotting on the highway but has Force in it: how else could it rot?" [As used in his time, by the word force, Carlyle means energy.]

The thing is not only to avoid error, but to attain immense masses of truth.

Imagination is a poor matter when it has to part company with understanding.

He who could foresee affairs three days in advance would be rich for thousands of years.

The greatest fault is to be conscious of none.