The railway carriage alone would cost him more than he could get for them.

They were too cheap.

So nobody could have them.
It's the muddle of the thing that makes me mad--the ghastly muddle-headed way the chief business of the world is managed.

There's enough food could be grown in this country to feed all the people and then of the fragments each man might gather his ten basketsful.

There's no miracle needed.