I Half Wish That I Had Not

I Do Not Want Art For A Few Any More Than Education For A Few, Or Freedom For A Few.

The Reward Of Labour Is Life. Is That Not Enough?

O Thrush, Your Song Is Passing Sweet, But Never A Song That You Have Sung Is Half So Sweet As Thrushes Sang When My Dear Love And I Were Young.

No Pattern Should Be Without Some Sort Of Meaning.

Apart From The Desire To Produce Beautiful Things, The Leading Passion Of My Life Has Been And Is Hatred Of Modern Civilization.