History has remembered the kings and warriors because they destroyed art has remembered the people because they created.

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

A good way to get rid of oneself of a sense of discomfort is to do something. That uneasy, dissatisfied feeling is actual force vibrating out of order; it may be turned to practical account by giving proper expression to its creative character.

Spring am I, too soft of heart / Much to speak ere I depart: / Ask the Summer-tide to prove / The abundance of my love.

A work of utility might also be a work of art if we cared to make it so.

There may be some doubt as to who are the best people to have charge of children, but there can be no doubt that parents are the worst.

For such an art nothing patchy or scrappy, or half-starved, should be done: There is no excuse for doing anything which is not strikingly beautiful.

O certainly, no month this is but May! / Sweet earth and sky, sweet birds of happy song, / Do make thee happy now, and thou art strong,

Yes, May is come, and its sweet breath / Shall well-nigh make you weep to-day, / And pensive with swift-coming death, / Shall ye be satiate of the May.

Is not the Maytime now on earth, / When close against the city wall / The folk are singing in their mirth, / While on their heads the Mayflowers fall?