Once turn to practice, error and truth will no longer consort together.

No person is important enough to make me angry.

Experience of actual fact either teaches fools or abolishes them.

The only happiness a brave person ever troubles themselves in asking about, is happiness enough to get their work done.

When Pococke inquired of Grotius, where the proof was of that story of the pigeon, trained to pick peas from Mahomet's (Muhammad's) ear, and pass for an angel dictating to him? Grotius answered that there was no proof!

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.]

Humor has justly been regarded as the finest perfection of poetic genius.