If I Were Asked To

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.

With The Arrogance Of Youth, I Determined To Do No Less Than To Transform The World With Beauty. If I Have Succeeded In Some Small Way, If Only In One Small Corner Of The World, Amongst The Men And Women I Love, Then I Shall Count Myself Blessed, And Blessed, And Blessed, And The Work Goes On.

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.

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

Forsooth, Brethren, Fellowship Is Heaven And Lack Of Fellowship Is Hell; Fellowship Is Life And Lack Of Fellowship Is Death; And The Deeds That Ye Do Upon The Earth, It Is For Fellowship's Sake That Ye Do Them.