My Work Is The Embodiment Of Dreams

I Pondered All These Things, And How Men Fight And Lose The Battle, And The Thing That They Fought For Comes About In Spite Of Their Defeat, And When It Comes Turns Out Not To Be What They Meant, And Other Men Have To Fight For What They Meant Under Another Name.

You May Hang Your Walls With Tapestry Insread Of Whitewash Or Paper; Or You May Cover Them With Mosaic; Or Have Them Frescoed By A Great Painter: All This Is Not Luxury, If It Be Done For Beauty's Sake, And Not For Show: It Does Not Break Our Golden Rule: Have Nothing In Your Houses Which You Do Not Know To Be Useful Or Believe To Be Beautiful.

I Half Wish That I Had Not Been Born With A Sense Of Romance And Beauty In This Accursed Age.

Don't Think Too Much Of Style.

I Have Said As Much As That The Aim Of Art Was To Destroy The Curse Of Labour By Making Work The Pleasurable Satisfaction Of Our Impulse Towards Energy, And Giving To That Energy Hope Of Producing Something Worth Its Exercise.