Homeopathy – an invention of the Father of Lies! I have tried it and found it wanting. I would swallow their whole doles medicine chest for sixpence, and be sure of finding myself neither better nor worse for it.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEHomeopathy – an invention of the Father of Lies! I have tried it and found it wanting. I would swallow their whole doles medicine chest for sixpence, and be sure of finding myself neither better nor worse for it.
JANE WELSH CARLYLENever does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEHow 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.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEIt is sad and wrong to be so dependent for the life of my life on any human being as I am on you; but I cannot by any force of logic cure myself at this date, when it has become second nature.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEA 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.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEThe longer one lives in this hard world motherless, the more a mother’s loss makes itself felt.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEWhen one has been threatened with a great injustice, one accepts a smaller as a favour.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEInstead 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.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEOn earth the living have much to bear; the difference is chiefly in the manner of bearing, and my manner of bearing is far from being the best.
JANE WELSH CARLYLETime is the only comforter for the loss of a mother.
JANE WELSH CARLYLECracked things often hold out as long as whole things; one takes so much better care of them!
JANE WELSH CARLYLEThe glittering baits of titles and honours are only for children and fools.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEA fashionable wife! Oh! Never will I be anything so heartless! I have pictured for myself a far higher destiny than this. – Will it ever be more than a picture?
JANE WELSH CARLYLEIn spite of the honestest efforts to annihilate my I-ity, or merge it in what the world doubtless considers my better half, I still find myself a self-subsisting and alas! self-seeking me.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEThe surest way to get a thing in this life is to be prepared for doing without it, to the exclusion even of hope.
JANE WELSH CARLYLEIf they had said that the sun or the moon had gone out of the heavens, it could not have struck me with the idea of a more awful and dreary blank in creation than the words: Byron is dead!
JANE WELSH CARLYLE