Rest is a fine medicine. Let your stomachs rest, ye dyspeptics; let your brain rest, you wearied and worried people of business; let your limbs rest, ye children of toil!
Pin your faith to no ones sleeves, haven't you two eyes of your own.
It's a man's sincerity and depth of vision that makes him a poet.
Great men are the commissioned guides of mankind, who rule their fellows because they are wiser.
If I had my way, the world would hear a pretty stern command - Exit Christ.
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.]