Thomas Carlyle on Courage
Browse 7 quotations attributed to Thomas Carlyle, catalogued under courage, with dates where available.
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Attributed to Thomas Carlyle, entry #166641: "this same Man-of-Letters Hero must be regarded as our most important modern person. He, such as he may be, is the soul of all."
Attributed to Thomas Carlyle, entry #151747: "Great men are the inspired texts of that divine Book of Revelations, wherof a chapter is completed from epoch to epoch, and by some named History."
7 Quotes by Thomas Carlyle on Courage
"this same Man-of-Letters Hero must be regarded as our most important modern person. He, such as he may be, is the soul of all."
"Great men are the inspired texts of that divine Book of Revelations, wherof a chapter is completed from epoch to epoch, and by some named History."
"Unless some Hero-worship, in its new appropriate form, can return, this world does not promise to be very habitable long."
"「英雄及び英雄崇拝」On Heroes and Hero Worship （1841年）"
"What I called the perplexed jungle of Paganism sprang, we may say, out of many roots: every admiration, adoration of a star or natural object, was a root or fibre of a root; but Hero-worship is the deepest root of all; the tap-root, from which in a great degree all the rest were nourished and grown."
"They understood in their heart that it was indispensable to be brave; that Odin would have no favor for them, but despise and thrust them out, if they were not brave. Consider too whether there is not something in this! It is an everlasting duty, valid in our day as in that, the duty of being brave. Valor is still value. The first duty for a man is still that of subduing Fear. We must get rid of Fear; we cannot act at all till then."
"From the lowest and broadest stratum of Society, where the births are by the million, there was born, almost in our own memory, a Robert Burns; son of one who "had not capital for his poor moor-farm of Twenty Pounds a year." Robert Burns never had the smallest chance to got into Parliament, much as Robert Burns deserved, for all our sakes, to have been found there. For the man—it was not known to men purblind, sunk in their poor dim vulgar element, but might have been known to men of insight who had any loyalty or any royalty of their own—was a born king of men: full of valor, of intelligence and heroic nobleness; fit for far other work than to break his heart among poor mean mortals, gauging beer! Him no Tenpound Constituency chose, nor did any Reforming Premier: in the deep-sunk British Nation, overwhelmed in foggy stupor, with the loadstars all gone out for it, there was no whisper of a notion that it could be desirable to choose him,—except to come and dine with you, and in the interim to gauge."