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
vulnerable
We are potentially vulnerable in just about anything we do anywhere.
epic weaving shut-up
If a chap can't compose an epic poem while he's weaving tapestry, he had better shut up, he'll never do any good at all.
romance design age
I half wish that I had not been born with a sense of romance and beauty in this accursed age.
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?
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.
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.
trustees
We are only the trustees for those who come after us.
jewels jewelry jewellery
Not on one strand are all life's jewels strung.
weed rain men
The wind is not helpless for any man's need, Nor falleth the rain but for thistle and weed.
fighting men names
I pondered all these things, and how men fight and lose the battle, and the thing that they fought for comes about in spite of their defeat, and when it comes turns out not to be what they meant, and other men have to fight for what they meant under another name.
garden fruit chiefs
As to the garden, it seems to me its chief fruit is-blackbirds.
friendship heaven earth
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.
drawing differences glasses
Compare constantly, lines and angles... Hold looking-glass before your model and your drawing. Take a second's glance only, and see if the impression be the same. If it be not, ask, 'What is the difference?
giving-up dark color
Give up the idea of 'color' for awhile! Consider masses - values, only... One dark and one light place in every picture.