May not subterraneous fire be considered as the great plough (if I may be allowed the expression) which Nature makes use of to turn up the bowels of the earth?

Concrete is, essentially, the color of bad weather.

Truth, like a torch, the more it’s shook it shines.

The will of the world is never the will of God.

Britain is not a country that is easily rocked by revolution… In Britain our institutions evolve. We are a Fabian Society writ large.

The infinite God can not by us, in the present limitation of our faculties, be comprehended or conceived.

I simply can’t believe nice communities release effluents.