Jane Welsh Carlyle
Jane Welsh Carlyle
Jane Welsh Carlylewas the wife of essayist Thomas Carlyle and has been cited as the reason for his fame and fortune. She was most notable as a letter-writer. In 1973, G.B. Tennyson described her as...
NationalityScottish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth14 January 1801
long-ago long laziness
the less one does, as I long ago observed, the less one can find time to do.
circles justice individuality
Instead of boiling up individuals into the species, I would draw a chalk circle round every individuality, and preach to it to keep within that, and preserve and cultivate its identity.
stupid teaching earth
Teaching, I find, is not the most amusing thing on earth; in fact, with a stupid lump for a Pupil, it is about the most irksome.
children fool bait
The glittering baits of titles and honours are only for children and fools.
make-happy insane youth
youth is so insatiable of happiness, and has such sublimely insane faith in its own power to make happy and be happy!
ideas longing goodness
How many precious things do we not already possess which others have not - have hardly an idea of! Let us enjoy these, then, and bless God that we are permitted to enjoy them, rather than importune His goodness with vain longings for more.
engagement earth hazards
A positive engagement to marry a certain person at a certain time, at all haps and hazards, I have always considered the most ridiculous thing on earth.
mother time loss
Time is the only comforter for the loss of a mother.
characters declare female kitten lives rather tearing wearing
I declare I would rather be a kitten and cry, 'Mew!' than live as I see many of my female acquaintances do, tearing each other's characters to pieces, and wearing out their lives in vanity and vexation of spirit.
beast doubt feels individual mere mysterious physically power stronger tremble wild
Does not a man physically tremble under the mere look of a wild beast or fellow-man that is stronger than himself? Does not a woman redden all over when she feels her lover's eyes on her? How then should one doubt the mysterious power of one individual over another?
compared love
But what are friends? What is a husband, even, compared with one's Mother? Of her love, one is always so sure! It is the only love that nothing - not even misconduct on our part - can take away from us.
descend ideal knows oh reasonable shall
Who knows but I shall grow reasonable at last, descend from my ideal heaven to the real earth, marry, and - Oh Plato! - make a pudding?
among worse
I wonder that among all the evils deprecated in the Liturgy, no one thought of inserting flitting. Is there any worse thing? Oh no, no!
anyone truth whatever
There is never much to be feared for anyone that is born with sense and truth in him, whatever else he may have or want.