Time is the silent, never-resting thing ... rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing oceantide, on which we and all the universe swim.
Thomas CarlyleThe lightning spark of thought generated in the solitary mind awakens its likeness in another mind.
Thomas CarlyleLittle other than a red tape Talking-machine, and unhappy Bag of Parliamentary Eloquence.
Thomas CarlyleA man protesting against error is on the way towards uniting himself with all men that believe in truth.
Thomas CarlyleThis London City, with all of its houses, palaces, steam-engines, cathedrals, and huge immeasurable traffic an tumult, what is it but a Thought, but millions of Thoughts made into One-a huge immeasurable Spirit of a Thought, embodied in brick, in iron, smoke, dust, Palaces, Parliaments, Hackney Coaches, Katherine Docks, and the rest of it! Not a brick was made but some man had to think of the making of that brick.
Thomas Carlyle