No pattern should be without some sort of meaning.

Nothing should be made by man's labour which is not worth making, or which must be made by labour degrading to the makers.

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.

You may hang your walls with tapestry insread of whitewash or paper; or you may cover them with mosaic; or have them frescoed by a great painter: all this is not luxury, if it be done for beauty's sake, and not for show: it does not break our golden rule: Have nothing in your houses which you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.

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

Beauty, which is what is meant by art, using the word in its widest sense, is, I contend, no mere accident to human life, which people can take or leave as they choose, but a positive necessity of life.

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