174 Quotes by William Morris

I don't remember being taught to read, and by the time I was seven years old, I had read a very great many books, good, bad, and indifferent.

Late February days and now, at last, might you have thought that Winter’s woe was past, so fair the sky was and so soft the air.

Late February days; and now, at last, Might you have thought that winter's woe was past; So fair the sky was and so soft the air.

What better place than this then could we find / By this sweet stream that knows not of the sea, / This little stream whose hamlets scarce have names, / This far-off lonely mother of the Thames.

Have nothing in your home that you don't know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.

Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.

Have nothing in your home that you do not know to be useful and believe to be beautiful.Â

The true secret of happiness lies in the taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life.

How the wind howls this morn / About the end of May, / And drives June on apace / To mock the world forlorn / And the world's joy passed away.