William Morris by Frederick Hollyer, 1887
|Born||(1834-03-24)24 March 1834
Walthamstow, Essex, England
|Died||3 October 1896(1896-10-03) (aged 62)
Hammersmith, Middlesex, England
|Occupation||Artist, designer, writer, socialist|
|Known for||Wallpaper and textile design, fantasy fiction / medievalism, socialism|
|Notable work||News from Nowhere, The Well at the World’s End|
History has remembered the kings and warriors, because they destroyed; art has remembered the people, because they created.
If you cannot learn to love real art, at least learn to hate sham art and reject it.
A man at work, making something which he feels will exist because he is working at it and wills it, is exercising the energies of his mind and soul as well as of his body. Memory and imagination help him as he works.
I pondered all these things, and how men fight and lose the battle, and the thing that they fought for comes about in spite of their defeat, and when it comes turns out not to be what they meant, and other men have to fight for what they meant under another name.
It took me years to understand that words are often as important as experience, because words make experience last.
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 will surely die; that is to say, civilization will die.
The past is not dead, it is living in us, and will be alive in the future which we are now helping to make.
I do not want art for a few any more than education for a few, or freedom for a few.
Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.
The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life.