Earth, left silent by the wind of night,Seems shrunken 'neath the gray unmeasured height.

If i were asked to say what is at once the most important production of Art and the thing most to be longed for, I should answer, A beautiful House.

By God! I will not tell you more to-day, Judge any way you will - what matters it?

So I say, if you cannot learn to love real art; at least learn to hate sham art and reject it. It is not because the wretched thing is so ugly and silly and useless that I ask you to cast it from you; it is much more because these are but the outward symbols of the poison that lies within them; look through them and see all that has gone to their fashioning, and you will see how vain labour, and sorrow, and disgrace have been their companions from the first-and all this for trifles that no man really needs!

Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.

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

No man is good enough to be another's master.