Tis The Hard Grey Weather Breeds Hard

So Give Me The Political Economist, The Sanitary Reformer, The Engineer; And Take Your Saints And Virgins, Relics And Miracles. The Spinning-jenny And The Railroad, Cunard's Liners And The Electric Telegraph, Are To Me, If Not To You, Signs That We Are, On Some Points At Least, In Harmony With The Universe; That There Is A Mighty Spirit Working Among Us, Who Cannot Be Your Anarchic And Destroying Devil, And Therefore May Be The Ordering And Creating God.

He Was Not Only, I Soon Discovered, A Water Drinker, But A Strict Vegetarian, To Which, Perhaps, He Owed A Great Deal Of The Almost Preternatural Clearness, Volubility, And Sensitiveness Of Mind.

It's All In The Day's Work, As The Huntsman Said When The Lion Ate Him.

I Do Not See Why We Should Not Be As Just To An Ant As To A Human Being.

A Garden, Sir, Wherein All Rainbows And Flowers Were Heaped Together.