When Socialism Comes, It May Be In

The True Secret Of Happiness Lies In Taking A Genuine Interest In All The Details Of Daily Life.

Slayer Of The Winter, Art Thou Here Again? O Welcome, Thou That Bring'st The Summer Nigh! The Bitter Wind Makes Not The Victory Vain. Nor Will We Mock Thee For Thy Faint Blue Sky.

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?

The Greatest Foe To Art Is Luxury, Art Cannot Live In Its Atmosphere.

Give Me Love And Work - These Two Only.