Come, ye cold winds, at January's call, On whistling wings, and with white flakes bestrew The earth.

You can only possess beauty through understanding it.

Value is the life-giving power of anything; cost, the quantity of labour required to produce it; its price, the quantity of labourwhich its possessor will take in exchange for it.

When men do not love their hearth, nor reverence their thresholds, it is a sign that they have dishonoured both ... Our God is a house-hold God, as well as a heavenly one; He has an altar in every man's dwelling.

If the thing is impossible, you need not trouble yourselves about it; if possible, try for it.

The art which we may call generally art of the wayside, as opposed to that which is the business of men's lives, is, in the best sense of the word, Grotesque.

Every noble life leaves the fibre of it interwoven forever in the work of the world.