Happy season of virtuous youth, when shame is still an impassable barrier, and the sacred air-cities of hope have not shrunk into the mean clay hamlets of reality; and man, by his nature, is yet infinite and free.
Thomas CarlyleAn everlasting lodestar, that beams the brighter in the heavens the darker here on earth grows the night.
Thomas CarlyleThey wrong man greatly who say he is to be seduced by ease. Difficulty, abnegation, martyrdom, death are the allurements that act on the heart of man.
Thomas Carlyle