The Works of Thomas Carlyle: Sartor resartus

Chapman and Hall, 1896

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Side 131 - And as I so thought, there rushed like a stream of fire over my whole soul ; and I shook base Fear away from me forever. I was strong, of unknown strength ; a spirit, almost a god. Ever from that time, the temper of my misery was changed : not Fear or whining Sorrow was it, but Indignation and grim fire-eyed Defiance.
Side 206 - Then sawest thou that this fair Universe, were it in the meanest province thereof, is in very deed the star-domed City of God ; that through every star, through every grass-blade, and most through every Living Soul, the glory of a present God still beams. But Nature, which is the Time-vesture of God, and reveals Him to the wise, hides Him from the foolish.
Side 208 - Thus, like some wild-flaming, wild-thundering train of Heaven's Artillery, does this mysterious MANKIND thunder and flame, in long-drawn, quick-succeeding grandeur, through the unknown Deep. Thus, like a God-created, fire-breathing Spirit-host, we emerge from the Inane; haste stormfully across the astonished Earth; then plunge again into the Inane.
Side 170 - Speech is too often not, as the Frenchman defined it, the art of concealing Thought ; but of quite stifling and suspending Thought, so that there is none to conceal. Speech too is great, but not the greatest. As the Swiss Inscription says : Sprechen ist silbern, Schwetgen ist golden (Speech is silvern, Silence is golden) ; or as I might rather express it : Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity. ' Bees will not work except in darkness ; Thought will not work except in Silence : neither will Virtue...
Side 213 - A Dandy is a Clotheswearing Man, a Man whose trade, office and existence consists in the wearing of Clothes. Every faculty of his soul, spirit, purse and person is heroically consecrated to this one object, the wearing of Clothes wisely and well : so that as others dress to live, he lives to dress.
Side 129 - To me the Universe was all void of Life, . of Purpose, of Volition, even of Hostility : it was one huge, dead, immeasurable Steam-engine, rolling on, in its dead indifference, to grind me limb from limb. O, the vast, gloomy, solitary Golgotha, and Mill of Death ! Why was the Living banished thither companionless, conscious ? Why, if there is no Devil ; nay, unless the Devil is your God...
Side 148 - HAPPY ? They cannot accomplish it, above an hour or two : for the Shoeblack also has a Soul quite other than his Stomach ; and would require, if you consider it, for his permanent satisfaction and saturation, simply this allotment, no more, and no less; God's infinite Universe altogether to himself, therein to enjoy infinitely, and fill every wish as fast as it rose.
Side 130 - What art thou afraid of ? Wherefore, like a coward, dost thou forever pip and whimper, and go cowering and trembling ? Despicable biped ! what is the sumtotal of the worst that lies before thee ? Death...
Side 175 - If thou ask to what height man has carried it in this manner, look on our divinest Symbol : on Jesus of Nazareth, and his Life, and his Biography, and what followed therefrom. Higher has the human Thought not yet reached : this is Christianity and Christendom ; a Symbol of quite perennial, infinite character : whose significance will ever demand to be anew inquired into, and anew made manifest.
Side 150 - Love not Pleasure ; love God. This is the EVERLASTING YEA, wherein all contradiction is solved: wherein whoso walks and works, it is well with him.

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