The books I would like to print are the books I love to read and keep.
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.
So long as the system of competition in the production and exchange of the means of life goes on, the degradation of the arts will go on and if that system is to last for ever, then art is doomed, and...
With the arrogance of youth, I determined to do no less than to transform the world with Beauty. If I have succeeded in some small way, if only in one small corner of the world, amongst the men and wo...
Let tomorrow cross its own rivers.
Love makes clear the eyes that else would never see: Love makes blind the eyes to all but me and thee.
Let some word reach my ears and touch my heart,
We are only the trustees for those who come after us.