the sight of me is good for sore eyes - Charles Dickens

That glorious vision of doing good is so often the sanguine mirage of so many good minds.

Fog everywhere. Fog up the river where it flows among green airs and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping, and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city.... Chance people on the bridges peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog, with fog all round them, as if they were up in a balloon and hanging in the misty clouds.

And a beautiful world we live in, when it is possible, and when many other such things are possible, and not only possible, but done — done, see you! — under that sky there, every day.