The Wind Is Not Helpless

Earth, Left Silent By The Wind Of Night,seems Shrunken 'neath The Gray Unmeasured Height.

I Love Art, And I Love History, But It Is Living Art And Living History That I Love. It Is In The Interest Of Living Art And Living History That I Oppose So-called Restoration. What History Can There Be In A Building Bedaubed With Ornament, Which Cannot At The Best Be Anything But A Hopeless And Lifeless Imitation Of The Hope And Vigor Of The Earlier World?

...if Our Houses, Or Clothes, Our Household Furniture And Utensils Are Not Works Of Art, They Are Either Wretched Makeshifts, Or, What Is Worse, Degrading Shams Of Better Things.

A Man At Work, Making Something Which He Feels Will Exist Because He Is Working At It And Wills It, Is Exercising The Energies Of His Mind And Soul As Well As Of His Body. Memory And Imagination Help Him As He Works.

A Pattern Is Either Right Or Wrong...it Is No Stronger Than Its Weakest Point.