Fellowship is heaven, and lack of fellowship is hell; fellowship is life, and lack of fellowship is death; and the deeds that… — William Morris Copy Share Image
Forgetfulness of grief I yet may gain;In some wise may come ending to my pain;It may be yet the Gods will have… — William Morris Copy Share Image
Yea, I have looked, and seen November there; The changeless seal of change it seemed to be, Fair death of things that,… — William Morris Copy Share Image
Death have we hated, knowing not what it meant; Life we have loved, through green leaf and through sere, Though still the… — William Morris Copy Share Image
Forsooth, brethren, fellowship is heaven and lack of fellowship is hell; fellowship is life and lack of fellowship is death; and the… — William Morris Copy Share Image
I can't enter into politico-social subjects with any interest, for on the whole, I see that things are in a muddle, and I have… — William Morris Copy Share Image
...If our houses, or clothes, our household furniture and utensils are not works of art, they are either wretched makeshifts, or, what is worse,… — William Morris Copy Share Image
“Do not be deceived by the outside appearance of order in our plutocratic society. It fares with it as it does with the older… — William Morris Copy Share Image
I do not want art for a few any more than education for a few, or freedom for a few. — William Morris Copy Share Image
I half wish that I had not been born with a sense of romance and beauty in this accursed age. — William Morris Copy Share Image
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… — William Morris Copy Share Image
“Now let us go, love, down the winding stair, With fingers intertwined...” — William Morris Copy Share Image
Between complete socialism and communism there is no difference whatever in my mind.Communism is in fact the completion of socialism; when that ceases to… — William Morris Copy Share Image
“October O love, turn from the changing sea and gaze, Down these grey slopes, upon the year grown old, A-dying 'mid the autumn-scented haze… — William Morris Copy Share Image
The wind is not helpless for any man's need, Nor falleth the rain but for thistle and weed. — William Morris Copy Share Image
“Have nothing in your house you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.” — William Morris Copy Share Image
