To happy folkAll heaviest words no more of meaning bearThan far-off bells saddening the Summer air.

So long as the system of competition in the production and exchange of the means of life goes on, the degradation of the arts will go on; and if that system is to last for ever, then art is doomed, and will surely die; that is to say, civilization will die.

Forgetfulness of grief I yet may gain;In some wise may come ending to my pain;It may be yet the Gods will have me glad!Yet, Love, I would that thee and pain I had!

Free men must live simple lives and have simple pleasures.

The past is not dead, it is living in us, and will be alive in the future which we are now helping to make.

Speak but one word to me.

A man at work, making something which he feels will exist because he is working at it and wills it, is exercising the energies of his mind and soul as well as of his body. Memory and imagination help him as he works.