389 ordspråk av Thomas Carlyle
Thomas Carlyle
Produce! Produce! Were it but the pitifullest infinitesimal fraction of a product, produce it in God's name! 'Tis the utmost thou hast in thee: out with it, then.
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Quackery gives birth to nothing; gives death to all things.
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Real good breeding, as the people have it here, is one of the finest things now going in the world. The careful avoidance of all discussion, the swift hopping from topic to topic, does not agree with me; but the graceful style they do it with is beyond that of minuets!
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Reality, if rightly interpreted, is grander than fiction.
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Reform is not pleasant, but grievous; no person can reform themselves without suffering and hard work, how much less a nation.
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Respectable Professors of the Dismal Science.
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Rest is for the dead.
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Ridicule is the language of the devil
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Sarcasm I now see to be, in general, the language of the devil.
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Sarcasm is the language of the devil, for which reason I have long since as good as renounced it
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Sarcasm is the language of the devil, for which reason I have long since as good as renounced it
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Science must have originated in the feeling that something was wrong.
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Secrecy is the element of all goodness; even virtue, even beauty is mysterious.
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See deep enough, and you see musically; the heart of nature being everywhere music.
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Self-contemplation is infallibly the symptom of disease.
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