389 ordspråk av Thomas Carlyle
Thomas Carlyle
Not on morality, but on cookery, let us build our stronghold: there brandishing our frying-pan, as censer, let us offer sweet incense to the Devil, and live at ease on the fat things he has provided for his elect!
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Not our logical faculty, but our imaginative one is king over us. I might say, priest and prophet to lead us to heaven-ward, or magician and wizard to lead us hellward.
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Not what I have, but what I do is my kingdom.
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Nothing builds self-esteem and self-confidence like accomplishment.
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Nothing is more terrible than activity without insight.
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Nothing that was worthy in the past departs; no truth or goodness realized by man ever dies, or can die
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O poor mortals, how ye make this earth bitter for each other
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Oblivion is the dark page whereon memory writes her light-beam characters; were it all light, nothing could be read there, any more than if it were all darkness.
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Of all acts of man repentance is the most divine. The greatest of all faults is to be conscious of none.
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Oh, give us the man who sings at his work.
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Oh, Heaven, it is mysterious, it is awful to consider that we not only carry a future Ghost within us; but are, in very deed, Ghosts! ~
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Old age is not a matter for sorrow. It is matter for thanks if we have left our work done behind us.
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One is hardly sensible of fatigue while he marches to music.
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One must verify or expel his doubts, and convert them into the certainty of Yes or NO.
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One seems to believe almost all that they believe; and when they stop short and call it a Religion, and you pass on, and call it only a reminiscence of one, should you not part with the kiss of peace?
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