"A cloudy day: do you know what that is in a town of iron-works?" "Life in the Iron Mills," pg. 11

"There is a secret down here, in this nightmare fog, that has lain dumb for centuries: I want to make it a real thing to you. You, Egoist, or Pantheist, or Arminian, busy in making straight paths for your feet on the hills, do not see it clearly,—this terrible question which men here have gone mad and died trying to answer. I dare not put this secret into words. I told you it was dumb. These men, going by with drunken faces and brains full of unawakened power, do not ask it of Society or of God. Their lives ask it; their deaths ask it. There is no reply."
"Life in the Iron Mills," pgs. 13-14

"Not many even of the inhabitants of a manufacturing town...