Our works are the mirror wherein the spirit first sees its natural lineaments. Hence, too, the folly of that impossible precept, Know theyself; till it be translated into this partially possible one, know what thou canst work at.
Thomas CarlyleNothing ever happens but once in all this world. What I do now I do once for all. It is over and gone, with all its eternity of solemn meaning.
Thomas CarlyleA poor creature who has said or done nothing worth a serious man taking the trouble of remembering.
Thomas Carlyle