Don't think too much of style.

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

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

Not on one strand are all life's jewels strung.

There is no excuse for doing anything which is not strikingly beautiful.

Love is Enough Love is enough: though the world be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining, Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder, Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder, And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over, Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter: The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.

The wind is not helpless for any man's need, Nor falleth the rain but for thistle and weed.