Artists cannot help themselves; they are driven to create by their nature, but for that nature to truly thrive, we need to preserve the precious habitat in which that beauty can flourish.

The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life.

Apart from the desire to produce beautiful things, the leading passion of my life has been and is hatred of modern civilization.

In Prison Wearily, drearily, Half the day long, Flap the great banners High over the stone; Strangely and eerily Sounds the wind's song, Bending the banner-poles. While, all alone, Watching the loophole's spark, Lie I, with life all dark, Feet tethered, hands fettered Fast to the stone, The grim walls, square lettered With prisoned men's groan. Still strain the banner-poles Through the wind's song, Westward the banner rolls Over my wrong.

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

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