Pity Is Extolled As The Virtue Of

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.

I Love Him Who Scattereth Golden Words In Advance Of His Deeds, And Always Doeth More Than He Promiseth: For He Seeketh His Own Down-going.

One Unconsciously Takes It For Granted That Doer And Sufferer Think And Feel Alike, And According To This Supposition We Measure The Guilt Of The One By The Pain Of The Other.

No One Dies Of Fatal Truths Nowadays: There Are Too Many Antidotes.

Human Existence Basically Is──a Never To Be Completed Imperfect Tense.