To Meditate Is To Labour; To Think

As A Means Of Contrast With The Sublime, The Grotesque Is, In Our View, The Richest Source That Nature Can Offer.

The Jostling Of Young Minds Against Each Other Has This Wonderful Attribute, That One Can Never Foresee The Spark, Nor Predict The Flash. What Will Spring Up In A Moment? Nobody Knows.

The Sewer Is The Conscience Of The City.

Great Grief Is A Divine And Terrible Radiance Which Transfigures The Wretched.

First Problem. To Produce Wealth. Second Problem. To Distribute It.