Frasi di Thomas Carlyle

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“Tra gli uomini c'è una naturale aristocrazia, i cui fondamenti sono la virtù e il talento.”

“Il blocco di granito che era un ostacolo sul cammino dei deboli agevola il cammino dei forti.”

“Il nostro compito principale non consiste nel vedere vagamente in lontananza, ma nel fare ciò che abbiamo chiaramente a portata di mano.”

“Il sarcasmo è il linguaggio del diavolo: per questo da molto tempo vi ho praticamente rinunciato.”

“Un uomo che abbia almeno una volta riso di gusto non può essere, tutto sommato, irrimediabilmente malvagio.”

“Gli abiti hanno fatto di noi degli uomini, c'è ora il serio pericolo che facciano di noi degli attaccapanni.”

“Gli uomini fanno meno di ciò che dovrebbero se non fanno tutto ciò che possono.”

“Nessun grand'uomo vive invano: la storia del mondo non è che la biografia degli uomini grandi.”

“Il regale Mirabeau […] un uomo, una realtà.”

“Non è difficile capire la profonda incompatibilità reciproca che divide i due [Robespierre e Danton]; con qual terrore di odio femmineo la povera Formula verdemare guarda la straordinaria, colossale Realtà, e diventa più verde nell'osservarla […] Due prodotti di tali dimensioni sono troppo per una sola rivoluzione.”

“[Georges Jacques Danton] Pur con tante scorie, era un uomo, un'ardente realtà del grande grembo di fuoco della natura stessa.”

“[Maximilien de Robespierre], Arido, implacabile e impotente, monotono e affettato, infecondo come il vento di Harmattan.”

“Felice colui che ha trovato il suo lavoro; non chieda altra felicità.”

“Il cozzo di tutto il sistema solare e di tutti i sistemi stellari ti potrebbe uccidere una volta sola.”

“Il mio regno non è quel che ho, ma quel che faccio.”

“Quando si abbatte una quercia, la sua caduta echeggia in tutta la foresta, ma cento ghiande possono essere seminate in silenzio da un venticello che nessuno nota.”

“Un uomo che vuol lavorare e non trova lavoro è forse lo spettacolo più triste che l'ineguaglianza della fortuna possa offrire sulla terra.”

“A una pioggia d'oro molte cose sono penetrabili.”

“Direi che il maggior difetto è non esserne consci di alcuno.”

“È meglio sopprimere del tutto i discorsi che non conducono ad alcun tipo d'azione.”

“Felici i popoli i cui annali sono vuoti nei libri di storia!”

“Il lavoro è la cura suprema di tutte le miserie e i mali che hanno mai afflitto l'umanità.”

“Il merito dell'originalità non è la novità, bensì la sincerità.”

“Il mondo è una repubblica di mediocri, e sempre sarà così.”

“Il sentimentalista è il più arido tra tutti i mortali.”

“Inghilterra: trenta milioni, in maggioranza cretini.”

“L'opinione popolare è la più grossa bugia che esista.”

“La Francia fu per lungo tempo un dispotismo temperato dagli epigrammi.”

“La vera università di questi giorni è una collezione di libri.”

“Non ho mai sentito che un uomo intelligente sia mai nato da una famiglia completamente stupida.”

“Ogni lavoro, anche filare il cotone, è nobile; il lavoro è l'unica cosa nobile.”

“Per ogni uomo che resiste alla prosperità, ce ne sono cento che resistono alle avversità.”

“Un uomo non può fare bene un paio di scarpe a meno che non lo faccia devotamente.”

“Una vita ben scritta è quasi tanto rara quanto una ben spesa.”

“The great law of culture is: Let each become all that he was created capable of being.”

“The man whom Nature has appointed to do great things is, first of all, furnished with that openness to Nature which renders him incapable of being insincere! To his large, open, deep-feeling heart Nature is a Fact: all hearsay is hearsay; the unspeakable greatness of this Mystery of Life, let him acknowledge it or not, nay even though he seem to forget it or deny it, is ever present to him,—fearful and wonderful, on this hand and on that.”

“What the Universities have mainly done—what I have found the University did for me, was that it taught me to read in various languages and various sciences, so that I could go into the books that treated of these things, and try anything I wanted to make myself master of gradually, as I found it suit me. Whatever you may think of all that, the clearest and most imperative duty lies on every one of you to be assiduous in your reading; and learn to be good readers, which is, perhaps, a more difficult thing than you imagine. Learn to be discriminative in your reading—to read all kinds of things that you have an interest in, and that you find to be really fit for what you are engaged in.”

“Of this Shakspeare of ours, perhaps the opinion one sometimes hears a little idolatrously expressed is, in fact, the right one; I think the best judgement not of this country only, but of Europe at large, is slowly pointing to the conclusion, That Shakspeare is the chief of all Poets hitherto; the greatest intellect who, in our recorded world, has left record of himself in the way of Literature. On the whole, I know not such a power of vision, such a faculty of thought, if we take all the characters of it, in any other man. Such a calmness of depth; placid joyous strength; all things imaged in that great soul of his so true and clear, as in a tranquil unfathomable sea!”

“It can be said of him [Scott], when he departed he took a man's life along with him. No sounder piece of British manhood was put together in that eighteenth century of time.”

“suppose Odin to have been the inventor of Letters, as well as "magic," among that people! It is the greatest invention man has ever made! this of marking down the unseen thought that is in him by written characters. It is a kind of second speech, almost as miraculous as the first.”

“In that strange island Iceland,—burst up, the geologists say, by fire from the bottom of the sea; a wild land of barrenness and lava; swallowed many months of every year in black tempests, yet with a wild gleaming beauty in summertime; towering up there, stern and grim, in the North Ocean with its snow jokuls, roaring geysers, sulphur-pools and horrid volcanic chasms, like the waste chaotic battle-field of Frost and Fire;—where of all places we least looked for Literature or written memorials, the record of these things was written down.”

“For the Able Man, meet him where you may, is definable as the born enemy of Falsity and Anarchy, and the born soldier of Truth and Order: into what absurdest element soever you put him, he is there to make it a little less absurd, to fight continually with it till it become a little sane and human again. Peace on other terms he, for his part, cannot make with it; not he, while he continues able, or possessed of real intellect and not imaginary. There is but one man fraught with blessings for this world, fated to diminish and successively abolish the curses of the world; and it is he. For him make search, him reverence and follow; know that to find him or miss him, means victory or defeat for you, in all Downing Streets, and establishments and enterprises here below.”

“It lies deep in our habits, confirmed by all manner of educational and other arrangements for several centuries back, to consider human talent as best of all evincing itself by the faculty of eloquent speech. Our earliest schoolmasters teach us, as the one gift of culture they have, the art of spelling and pronouncing, the rules of correct speech; rhetorics, logics follow, sublime mysteries of grammar, whereby we may not only speak but write. And onward to the last of our schoolmasters in the highest university, it is still intrinsically grammar, under various figures grammar. To speak in various languages, on various things, but on all of them to speak, and appropriately deliver ourselves by tongue or pen,—this is the sublime goal towards which all manner of beneficent preceptors and learned professors, from the lowest hornbook upwards, are continually urging and guiding us.”

“Nothing that was worthy in the past departs; no truth or goodness realized by man ever dies, or can die.”

“Shall we say, for example, that Science and Art are indebted principally to the founders of Schools and Universities? Did not Science originate rather, and gain advancement, in the obscure closets of the Roger Bacons, Keplers, Newtons; in the workshops of the Fausts and the Watts; wherever, and in what guise soever Nature, from the first times downwards, had sent a gifted spirit upon the earth? Again, were Homer and Shakspeare members of any beneficed guild, or made Poets by means of it? Were Painting and Sculpture created by forethought, brought into the world by institutions for that end? No; Science and Art have, from first to last, been the free gift of Nature; an unsolicited, unexpected gift; often even a fatal one.”

“What you see, yet can not see over, is as good as infinite.”

“All the gifted souls, of every rank, who are born to you in this generation. These are appointed, by the true eternal "divine right" which will never become obsolete, to be your governors and administrators; and precisely as you employ them, or neglect to employ them, will your State be favored of Heaven or disfavored. This noble young soul, you can have him on either of two conditions; and on one of them, since he is here in the world, you must have him. As your ally and coadjutor; or failing that, as your natural enemy: which shall it be? I consider that every Government convicts itself of infatuation and futility, or absolves and justifies itself before God and man, according as it answers this question.”

“The infinite, absolute character of Virtue has passed into a finite, conditional one; it is no longer a worship of the Beautiful and Good; but a calculation of the Profitable.”

“We are no longer instinctively driven to apprehend, and lay to heart, what is Good and Lovely, but rather to inquire, as onlookers, how it is produced, whence it comes, whither it goes. Our favourite Philosophers have no love and no hatred; they stand among us not to do, nor to create anything, but as a sort of Logic mills, to grind out the true causes and effects of all that is done and created.”

“This poor amphibious Pope too gives loaves to the Poor; has in him more good latent than he is himself aware of. His poor Jesuits, in the late Italian Cholera, were, with a few German Doctors, the only creatures whom dastard terror had not driven mad: they descended fearless into all gulfs and bedlams; watched over the pillow of the dying, with help, with counsel and hope; shone as luminous fixed stars, when all else had gone out in chaotic night: honour to them!”

“Lord Bacon could as easily have created this planet as he could have written Hamlet.”

“In every man's writings, the character of the writer must lie recorded.”

“There is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom a biography, the life of a man; also, it may be said, there is no life of a man, faithfully recorded, but is a heroic poem of its sort, rhymed or unrhymed.”

“Thus Mr. Sale informs me, the old Arab Tribes would gather in liveliest gaudeamus, and sing, and kindle bonfires, and wreathe crowns of honour, and solemnly thank the gods that, in their Tribe too, a Poet had shewn himself. As indeed they well might; for what usefuller, I say not nobler and heavenlier thing could the gods, doing their very kindest, send to any Tribe or Nation, in any time or circumstances?”

“The spoken Word, the written Poem, is said to be an epitome of the man; how much more the done Work. Whatsoever of morality and of intelligence; what of patience, perseverance, faithfulness, of method, insight, ingenuity, energy; in a word, whatsoever of Strength the man had in him will lie written in the Work he does. To work: why, it is to try himself against Nature, and her everlasting unerring Laws; these will tell a true verdict as to the man.”

“Under all speech that is good for anything there lies a silence that is better. Silence is deep as Eternity; speech is shallow as Time.”

“Curious, if we will reflect on it, this of having no books. Except by what he could see for himself, or hear of by uncertain rumor of speech in the obscure Arabian Desert, he could know nothing. The wisdom that had been before him or at a distance from him in the world, was in a manner as good as not there for him. Of the great brother souls, flame-beacons through so many lands and times, no one directly communicates with this great soul. He is alone there, deep down in the bosom of the Wilderness; has to grow up so,—alone with Nature and his own Thoughts. But, from an early age, he had been remarked as a thoughtful man.”

“But in the days that are now passing over us, even fools are arrested to ask the meaning of them; few of the generations of men have seen more impressive days. Days of endless calamity, disruption, dislocation, confusion worse confounded: if they are not days of endless hope too, then they are days of utter despair. For it is not a small hope that will suffice, the ruin being clearly, either in action or in prospect, universal. There must be a new world, if there is to be any world at all!”

“Alas! the fearful Unbelief is unbelief in yourself.”

“Never till now, in the history of an Earth which to this hour nowhere refuses to grow corn if you will plough it, to yield shirts if you will spin and weave in it, did the mere manual two-handed worker (however it might fare with other workers) cry in vain for such "wages" as he means by "fair wages," namely food and warmth!”

“We shall either learn to know a Hero, a true Governor and Captain, somewhat better, when we see him; or else go on to be forever governed by the Unheroic;—had we ballot-boxes clattering at every street-corner, there were no remedy in these.”

“To the wild deep-hearted man all was yet new, not veiled under names or formulas; it stood naked, flashing in on him there, beautiful, awful, unspeakable. Nature was to this man, what to the Thinker and Prophet it forever is, preternatural. This green flowery rock-built earth, the trees, the mountains, rivers, many-sounding seas;—that great deep sea of azure that swims overhead; the winds sweeping through it; the black cloud fashioning itself together, now pouring out fire, now hail and rain.”

“This Burns appeared under every disadvantage: uninstructed, poor, born only to hard manual toil; and writing, when it came to that, in a rustic special dialect, known only to a small province of the country he lived in. Had he written, even what he did write, in the general language of England, I doubt not he had already become universally recognized as being, or capable to be, one of our greatest men.”