An everlasting lodestar, that beams the brighter in the heavens the darker here on earth grows the night.
Thomas CarlyleIt is a strange trade that of advocacy. Your intellect, your highest heavenly gift is hung up in the shop window like a loaded pistol for sale.
Thomas CarlyleNo iron chain, or outward force of any kind, can ever compel the soul of a person to believe or to disbelieve.
Thomas Carlyle