Now let us go, love, down the winding stair,With fingers intertwined...
I cannot suppose there is anybody here who would think it either a good life, or an amusing one, to sit with one's hands before one doing nothing - to live like a gentleman, as fools call it.
Let some word reach my ears and touch my heart,
The books I would like to print are the books I love to read and keep.
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...
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.
We are only the trustees for those who come after us.
Love makes clear the eyes that else would never see: Love makes blind the eyes to all but me and thee.