History has remembered the kings and warriors, because they destroyed; art has remembered the people, because they created.

Mastership hath many shifts whereby it striveth to keep itself alive in the world. And now hear a marvel: whereas thou sayest these two times that out of one man ye may get but one man's work, in days to come one man shall do the work of a hundred men - yea, of a thousand or more: and this is the shift of mastership that shall make many masters and many rich men.

Love is enough: though the world be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining.

The wind is not helpless for any man's need, Nor falleth the rain but for thistle and weed.

Simplicity of life, even the barest, is not a misery, but the very foundation of refinement.

A pattern is either right or wrong...it is no stronger than its weakest point.

Simplicity of life, even the barest, is not a misery, but the very foundation of refinement; a sanded floor and whitewashed walls and the green trees, and flowery meads, and living waters outside; or a grimy palace amid the same with a regiment of housemaids always working to smear the dirt together so that it may be unnoticed; which, think you, is the most refined, the most fit for a gentleman of those two dwellings?