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 CarlyleNo conquest can ever become permanent which does not show itself beneficial to the conquered as well as to the conquerors.
Thomas CarlyleIf there be not a religious element in the relations of men, such relations are miserable and doomed to ruin.
Thomas Carlyle