Beauty, which is what is meant by art, using the word in its widest sense, is, I contend, no mere accident to human life, which people can take or leave as they choose, but a positive necessity of life.

And the deeds that ye do upon this earth, it is for fellowship's sake that ye do them.

There is no excuse for doing anything which is not strikingly beautiful.

Another thing much too commonly seen, is an aberration of the human mind which otherwise I should have been ashamed to warn you of. It is technically called carpet-gardening. Need I explain it further? I had rather not, for when I think of it, even when I am quite alone, I blush with shame at the thought.

If you cannot learn to love real art, at least learn to hate sham art and reject it.

Nothing should be made by man's labour which is not worth making, or which must be made by labour degrading to the makers.

The reward of labour is life. Is that not enough?