This is a world of action, and not moping and droning in.

Industry is the soul of business and the keystone of prosperity.

But the sun itself, however beneficent, generally, was less kind to Coketown than hard frost, and rarely looked intently into any of its closer regions without engendering more death than life. So does the eye of Heaven itself become an evil eye, when incapable or sordid hands are interposed between it and the thing it looks upon to bless.

For though we are perpetually bragging of it as our safety, it is nothing but a poor fringe on the mantle of the upper.

Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own.

Death is a mighty, universal truth.

Everybody said so. Far be it from me to assert that what everybody says must be true. Everybody is, often, as likely to be wrong as right.