Quotes from William Morris

Soft-eyed September...

It was a bright September afternoon, The parched-up beech trees would be yellowing soon, The yellow flowers grown deeper with the sun Were letting fall their petals one by one...

What is an artist but a workman who is determined that, whatever else happens, his work shall be excellent?

I am going, if I can, to be an architect, and I am too old already, and there is no time to lose.

I want a real revolution, a real change in society: society, a great organic mass of well-regulated forces used for the bringing-about a happy life for all.

Art made by the people for the people, as a joy to the maker and the user.

...If our houses, or clothes, our household furniture and utensils are not works of art, they are either wretched makeshifts, or, what is worse, degrading shams of better things.

If i were asked to say what is at once the most important production of Art and the thing most to be longed for, I should answer, A beautiful House.

The heart desires, the hand refrains. The Godhead fires, the soul attains.

You may hang your walls with tapestry instead 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

Count on, rest not, for hope is dead.

The lost and found the Cause hath crowned, The Day of Days is here.

Thus then lived this folk in much plenty and ease of life, though not delicately nor desiring things out of measure. They wrought with their hands and wearied themselves; and they rested from their toil and feasted and were merry: to-morrow was not a burden to them, nor yesterday a thing which they would fain forget: life shamed them not, nor did death make them afraid.

I can see myself still myself all along the way I have gone. - Lady Abundance

The books I would like to print are the books I love to read and keep.

Art is the expression of man's pleasure in labour.

I am accursed and beguiled; and I wander round and round in a tangle that I may never escape from. I am not far from deeming that this is a land of dreams made for my beguiling. Or has the earth become so full of lies, that there is no room amidst them for a true man to stand upon his feet and go his ways?

if these hours be dark, as indeed in many ways they are, at least do not let us sit deedless, like fools and fine gentlemen, thinking the common toil not good enough for us, and beaten by the muddle; but rather let us work like good fellows trying by some dim candle-light to set our workshop ready against to-morrow's daylight...

When a rich man is hurt his wail goeth heavens high and none may say he heareth not.

For hope is dead, for hope is dead.

He trembled with his head hung low.

Love gives every gift whereby we long to live: Love takes every gift, and nothing back doth give.

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O, said he, these children do not all come from the near houses, the woodland houses, but from the country-side generally. They often make up parties, and come to play in the woods for weeks together in summer-time, living in tents, as you see. We rather encourage them to it; they learn to do things for themselves, and get to notice the wild creatures; and, you see, the less they stew inside houses the better for them.