174 Quotes by William Morris

I can see myself still myself all along the way I have gone. – Lady Abundance.

Slayer of the winter, art thou here again? O welcome, thou that bring’st the summer nigh! The bitter wind makes not the victory vain. Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky.

I am accursed and beguiled; and I wander round and round in a tangle that I may never escape from. I am not far from deeming that this is a land of dreams made for my beguiling. Or has the earth become so full of lies, that there is no room amidst them for a true man to stand upon his feet and go his ways?

How can you care about the image of a landscape, when you show by your deeds that you don’t care for the landscape itself?

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

Count on, rest not, for hope is dead.

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

For hope is dead, for hope is dead.

The lost and found the Cause hath crowned, The Day of Days is here.