Man's Unhappiness, as I construe, comes of his Greatness; it is because there is an Infinite in him, which with all his cunning he cannot quite bury under the Finite.
No sadder proof can be given by a man of his own littleness than disbelief in great men.
True humor springs not more from the head than from the heart. It is not contempt; its essence is love. It issues not in laugther, but in still smiles, which lie far deeper. -Thomas Carlyle.
Worship of a hero is transcendent admiration of a great man.
If Hero means sincere man, why may not every one of us be a Hero?
Hero-worship exists, has existed, and will forever exist, universally among Mankind.
A man must indeed be a hero to appear such in the eyes of his valet. [Fr., Il faut etre bien heros pour l'etre aux yeux de son valet-de-chambre.]
All history is a Bible--a thing stated in words by me more than once.
Histories are as perfect as the Historian is wise, and is gifted with an eye and a soul.
History is the essence of innumerable Biographies.
History, as it lies at the root of all science, is also the first distinct product of man's spiritual nature; his earliest expression of what can be called Thought.
In a certain sense all men are historians.
History, a distillation of rumor.
All history . . . is an inarticulate Bible.
Happy the People whose Annals are blank in History-Books.
History: A distillation of rumor.
My whinstone house my castle is, I have my own four walls.
Humor has justly been regarded as the finest perfection of poetic genius.
In the end, everything is a gag.
Sometimes when reading Goethe I have the paralyzing suspicion that he is trying to be funny.
Humour has justly been regarded as the finest perfection of poetic genius.
People who are so dreadfully "devoted" to their wives are so apt, from mere habit, to get devoted to other people's wives as well.
The work an unknown good man has done is like a vein of water flowing hidden underground, secretly making the ground green.
Be a pattern to others, and then all will go well; for as a whole city is affected by the licentious passions and vices of great men, so it is likewise reformed by their moderation.
For the eye of the intellect "sees in all objects what it brought with it the means of seeing." - Thomas Carlyle,