Of All Evil I Deem You Capable:

The Bite Of Conscience, Like The Bite Of A Dog Into A Stone, Is A Stupidity.

A Nation Is A Detour Of Nature To Arrive At Five Or Six Great Men- Yes, And Then To Get Around Them.

Carlyle, A Man Of Strong Words And Attitudes, A Rhetorician Out Of Necessity, Constantly Aroused By The Craving For A Strong Faithas Well As By The Feeling Of An Incapacity For It (min This Respect A Typical Romantic!).... Fundamentally, Carlyle Is An English Atheist Who Makes It A Point Of Honor Not To Be One.

The Vanity Of Others Runs Counter To Our Taste Only When It Runs Counter To Our Vanity.

Morality Is The Herd-instinct In The Individual.