William Morris
William Morris
William Morriswas an English textile designer, poet, novelist, translator, and socialist activist. Associated with the British Arts and Crafts Movement, he was a major contributor to the revival of traditional British textile arts and methods of production. His literary contributions helped to establish the modern fantasy genre, while he played a significant role in propagating the early socialist movement in Britain...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth24 March 1834
speak one-word
Speak but one word to me.
night wind earth
Earth, left silent by the wind of night,Seems shrunken 'neath the gray unmeasured height.
artist determined excellent
What is an artist but a workman who is determined that, whatever else happens, his work shall be excellent?
wall nice judgement
If there is a reason for keeping the wall very quiet, choose a pattern that works all over without pronounced lines...Put very succinctly, architectural effect depends upon a nice balance of horizontal, vertical and oblique. No rules can say how much of each; so nothing can really take the place of feeling and good judgement.
wise pain grief
Forgetfulness of grief I yet may gain;In some wise may come ending to my pain;It may be yet the Gods will have me glad!Yet, Love, I would that thee and pain I had!
loneliness heart hands
Yea, I have looked, and seen November there; The changeless seal of change it seemed to be, Fair death of things that, living once, were fair; Bright sign of loneliness too great for me, Strange image of the dread eternity, In whose void patience how can these have part, These outstretched feverish hands, this restless heart?
simple men simplicity
Free men must live simple lives and have simple pleasures.
inspiration matter nonsense
Talk of inspiration is sheer nonsense; there is to such thing. It is mere a matter of craftsmanship.
friendly looks rooms
All rooms ought to look as if they were lived in, and to have so to say, a friendly welcome ready for the incomer.
life knowing green
Death have we hated, knowing not what it meant; Life we have loved, through green leaf and through sere, Though still the less we knew of its intent.
life song wall
In Prison Wearily, drearily, Half the day long, Flap the great banners High over the stone; Strangely and eerily Sounds the wind's song, Bending the banner-poles. While, all alone, Watching the loophole's spark, Lie I, with life all dark, Feet tethered, hands fettered Fast to the stone, The grim walls, square lettered With prisoned men's groan. Still strain the banner-poles Through the wind's song, Westward the banner rolls Over my wrong.
what-matters judging way
By God! I will not tell you more to-day, Judge any way you will - what matters it?
thinking years decision
There is no single policy to which one can point and say - this built the Morris business. I should think I must have made not less than one thousand decisions in each of the last ten years. The success of a business is the result of the proportion of right decisions by the executive in charge.
winter past sky
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.