The work an unknown good man has done is like a vein of water flowing hidden underground, secretly making the ground green.
Thomas CarlyleRead
The authentic insight and experience of any human soul, were it but insight and experience in hewing of wood and drawing of water, is real knowledge, a real possession and acquirement.
Interpretation
True knowledge stems from genuine experiences, regardless of their nature.
This quote by Thomas Carlyle emphasizes that the authentic insights gained from one’s personal experiences are what constitute real knowledge. It suggests that even the simplest tasks, like hewing wood and drawing water, can lead to profound understanding and mastery, highlighting the value of practical experience over theoretical knowledge.
In practice
In a motivational speech about the importance of life lessons for students.
The work an unknown good man has done is like a vein of water flowing hidden underground, secretly making the ground green.
Thirty millions, mostly fools.
There is a great discovery still to be made in literature, that of paying literary men by the quantity they do not write.
For the superior morality, of which we hear so much, we too would desire to be thankful: at the same time, it were but blindness to deny that this superior morality is properly rather an inferior criminality, produced not by greater love of Virtue, but by greater perfection of Police; and of that far subtler and stronger Police, called Public Opinion.
Enjoying things which are pleasant; that is not the evil; it is the reducing of our moral self to slavery by them that is.
Clean undeniable right, clear undeniable might: either of these once ascertained puts an end to battle. All battle is a confused experiment to ascertain one and both of these.
Talent is a gift which God has given us secretly, and which we reveal without perceiving it.
Indulgence in frivolous speech not only reveals one's lack of moral character, but it deprives him of good qualities also.
Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself, but talent instantly recognizes genius.
I have lost stories and many starts of novels before. Not always as punishment for 'telling,' but more often as a result of something having gone cold and dead because of a hiatus. Telling, you see, is the same as a hiatus. It means you're not doing it.
'T is fortune gives us birth, But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.
The ugliest truth, in the end, was still better than the prettiest of lies.
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