A Pattern Is Either Right

Simplicity Of Life, Even The Barest, Is Not A Misery, But The Very Foundation Of Refinement.

We Are Only The Trustees For Those Who Come After Us.

I Have Said As Much As That The Aim Of Art Was To Destroy The Curse Of Labour By Making Work The Pleasurable Satisfaction Of Our Impulse Towards Energy, And Giving To That Energy Hope Of Producing Something Worth Its Exercise.

Nothing Should Be Made By Man's Labour Which Is Not Worth Making, Or Which Must Be Made By Labour Degrading To The Makers.

Speak But One Word To Me.