We have sumptuous garnitures for our Life, but have forgotten to _live_ in the middle of them.

It is an enchanted wealth; no man of us can yet touch it.

The class of men who feel that they are truly better off by means of it, let them give us their name! Many men eat finer cookery, drink dearer liquors,--with what advantage they can report, and their Doctors can: but in the heart of them, if we go out of the dyspeptic stomach, what increase of blessedness is there?
Are they better, beautifuller, stronger, braver?
Are they even what they call 'happier?
Do they look with satisfaction on more things and human faces in this God's Earth; do more things and human faces look with satisfaction on them?
Not so.

Human faces gloom discordantly, disloyally on one another.

Things, if it be not mere cotton and iron things, are growing disobedient to man.