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

It is the childlike part of us that produces works of the imagination. When we were children time passed so slow with us that we seemed to have time for everything.

Death have we hated, knowing not what it meant; Life we have loved, through green leaf and through sere, Though still the less we knew of its intent.

No pattern should be without some sort of meaning.

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.

Don't think too much of style.

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