And the deeds that ye do upon this earth, it is for fellowship's sake that ye do them. William Morris More Quotes by William Morris More Quotes From William Morris The reward of labour is life. Is that not enough? William Morris rewards enough life-is Simplicity of life, even the barest, is not a misery, but the very foundation of refinement; a sanded floor and whitewashed walls and the green trees, and flowery meads, and living waters outside; or a grimy palace amid the same with a regiment of housemaids always working to smear the dirt together so that it may be unnoticed; which, think you, is the most refined, the most fit for a gentleman of those two dwellings? William Morris wall two thinking A world made to be lost, - William Morris bitter pain world A pattern is either right or wrong...it is no stronger than its weakest point. William Morris patterns stronger design Between complete socialism and communism there is no difference whatever in my mind.Communism is in fact the completion of socialism; when that ceases to be militant and becomes triumphant, it will be communism. William Morris differences mind facts I think the thing that impressed me is (AT&T CEO Michael) Armstrong's strategic vision and the fact that he's got John Malone (TCI's chairman) to go along. There's a real commitment to build a new AT&T. William Morris real commitment thinking O thrush, your song is passing sweet, William Morris dear-love song sweet 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. William Morris summer winter art There was a knight came riding by William Morris flower moon spring Another thing much too commonly seen, is an aberration of the human mind which otherwise I should have been ashamed to warn you of. It is technically called carpet-gardening. Need I explain it further? I had rather not, for when I think of it, even when I am quite alone, I blush with shame at the thought. William Morris flower should-have thinking By God! I will not tell you more to-day, Judge any way you will - what matters it? William Morris what-matters judging matter Whiles in the early Winter eve We pass amid the gathering night Some homestead that we had to leave Years past; and see its candles bright Shine in the room beside the door Where we were merry years agone But now must never enter more, As still the dark road drives us on. E'en so the world of men may turn At even of some hurried day And see the ancient glimmer burn Across the waste that hath no way; Then with that faint light in its eyes A while I bid it linger near And nurse in wavering memories The bitter-sweet of days that were. William Morris eye sweet memories It is for him that is lonely or in prison to dream of fellowship, but for him that is of a fellowship to do and not to dream. William Morris fellowship lonely dream From out the throng and stress of lies, William Morris stress voice lying When Socialism comes, it may be in such a form that we won't like it. William Morris politics wisdom may 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. William Morris decision years thinking Mastership hath many shifts whereby it striveth to keep itself alive in the world. And now hear a marvel: whereas thou sayest these two times that out of one man ye may get but one man's work, in days to come one man shall do the work of a hundred men - yea, of a thousand or more: and this is the shift of mastership that shall make many masters and many rich men. William Morris alive men two To happy folkAll heaviest words no more of meaning bearThan far-off bells saddening the Summer air. William Morris bells air summer 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. William Morris wall song life 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. William Morris green knowing life
