As To The Garden, It Seems To

I Have Said As Much As That The Aim Of Art Was To Destroy The Curse Of Labour By Making Work The Pleasurable Satisfaction Of Our Impulse Towards Energy, And Giving To That Energy Hope Of Producing Something Worth Its Exercise.

I Do Not Want Art For A Few Any More Than Education For A Few, Or Freedom For A Few.

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

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

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.