A Quote by Thomas Carlyle

The barrenest of all mortals is the sentimentalist. — © Thomas Carlyle
The barrenest of all mortals is the sentimentalist.
The paternalist is a sentimentalist at heart, and the sentimentalist is always potentially cruel.
The ordinary scientific man is strictly a sentimentalist. He is a sentimentalist in this essential sense, that he is soaked and swept away by mere associations.
A sentimentalist is one who delights to have high and devout emotions stirred whilst reading in an arm-chair, or in a prayer meeting, but he never translates his emotions into action. Consequently a sentimentalist is usually callous, self-centred and selfish, because the emotions he likes to have stirred do not cost him anything.
Truly the gods have not from the beginning revealed all things to mortals, but by long seeking, mortals discover what is better.
Cynic' is the sentimentalist's name for the realist.
I like a singalong. And I'm a bit of a sentimentalist for the past myself.
Experience proves that none is so cruel as the disillusioned sentimentalist.
A sentimentalist is simply one who desires to have the luxury of an emotion without paying for it.
I don't ever want to be a sentimentalist. I prefer to be a realist. I'm not a romantic really.
I love being sentimental and remembering things. I literally am a sentimentalist.
We are poor, feeble, and blind mortals when the eye of the Almighty looks through all worlds and by his power executes all things aright, and by his grace, he makes us all rich in Heavenly Gifts. In distress and in bereavements, we can look only to him. From mortals like ourselves we can derive no help.
Never trust a sentimentalist. They are all alike, pretenders to virtue, at heart selfish frauds and sensualists.
I am a complete sentimentalist when it comes to clothes. I have so many memories attached to them that I can't throw anything out.
People who know math understand what other mortals understand, but other mortals do not understand them. This asymmetry gives them a presumption of superior ability.
The sentimentalist ages far more quickly than the person who loves his work and enjoys new challenges.
I look in the mirror, and what I see is someone who has never grown up - a crashing sentimentalist who alternates between great heights and black depths.
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