Not On One Strand Are All Life's

Love Is Enough Love Is Enough: Though The World Be A-waning, And The Woods Have No Voice But The Voice Of Complaining, Though The Skies Be Too Dark For Dim Eyes To Discover The Gold-cups And Daisies Fair Blooming Thereunder, Though The Hills Be Held Shadows, And The Sea A Dark Wonder, And This Day Draw A Veil Over All Deeds Passed Over, Yet Their Hands Shall Not Tremble, Their Feet Shall Not Falter: The Void Shall Not Weary, The Fear Shall Not Alter These Lips And These Eyes Of The Loved And The Lover.

We Are Only The Trustees For Those Who Come After Us.

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?

By God! I Will Not Tell You More To-day, Judge Any Way You Will - What Matters It?

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.