Endurance is patience concentrated.

— Thomas Carlyle

Every noble crown is and on earth will ever be a crown of thorns.

— Thomas Carlyle

Every noble crown is and on Earth will forever be a crown of thorns.

— Thomas Carlyle

Every noble work is at first impossible.

— Thomas Carlyle

Every poet... finds himself born in the midst of prose. He has to struggle from the littleness and obstruction of an actual world into the freedom and infinitude of an ideal.

— Thomas Carlyle

Everywhere the human soul stands between a hemisphere of light and another of darkness; on the confines of two everlasting empires, necessity and free will.

— Thomas Carlyle

Experience is the best of schoolmasters only the school-fees are heavy.

— Thomas Carlyle

Faith is loyalty to some inspired teacher some spiritual hero.

— Thomas Carlyle

Fool! The Ideal is in thyself, the impediment too is in thyself: thy Condition is but the stuff thou art to shape that same Ideal out of: what matters whether such stuff be of this sort or that, so the Form thou give it be heroic, be poetic? O thou that finest in the imprisonment of the Actual, and priest bitterly to the gods for a kingdom wherein to rule and create, know this of a truth: the thing thou meekest is already with thee, ‘here or nowhere,’ wouldst thou only see!

— Thomas Carlyle

Give me a man who sings at his work.

— Thomas Carlyle