...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.

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

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

That talk of inspiration is sheer nonsense; there is no such thing. It is a mere matter of craftsmanship.

When Socialism comes, it may be in such a form that we won't like it.

A good way to rid one's self of a sense of discomfort is to do something. That uneasy, dissatisfied feeling is actual force vibrating out of order; it may be turned to practical account by giving proper expression to its creative character.

All rooms ought to look as if they were lived in, and to have so to say, a friendly welcome ready for the incomer.