If you want a golden rule that will fit everything, this is it: Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.

The reward of labour is life. Is that not enough?

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.

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.

If you cannot learn to love real art at least learn to hate sham art.

Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.

No man is good enough to be another's master.

History has remembered the kings and warriors, because they destroyed; art has remembered the people, because they created.

It took me years to understand that words are often as important as experience, because words make experience last.

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.

If you want a golden rule that will fit everything, this is it: Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.

Give me love and work - these two only.

The past is not dead, it is living in us, and will be alive in the future which we are now helping to make.

The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life.

Not on one strand are all life's jewels strung.

I do not want art for a few any more than education for a few, or freedom for a few.

If you cannot learn to love real art, at least learn to hate sham art and reject it.

Late February days and now at last Might you have thought that winters woe was past So fair the sky was and so soft the air.

If you want a golden rule that will fit everything this is it Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.

All rooms ought to look as if they were lived in, and to have so to say, a friendly welcome ready for the incomer.

No pattern should be without some sort of meaning.

Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.

A pattern is either right or wrong...it is no stronger than its weakest point.

Have nothing in your home that you do not know to be useful and believe to be beautiful.

We all came from houses with doors, doors that were supposed to be closed when there were things going on that we weren't supposed to see, and when our pants were down.

Houses are built to live in, and not to look on: therefore let use be preferred before uniformity.

Portugal is a high hill with a white watch tower on it flying signal flags. It is apparently inhabited by one man who lives in a long row of yellow houses with red roofs, and populated by sheep who do grand acts of balancing on the side of the hill.

I think it was lucky that during most of the work on the Odyssey I lived on Homer's sea in houses that were, in one case, shaken by the impact of the Mediterranean winter storms on the rocks below.

Well, honey, I had the million dollar houses, I had the car, I had the horse, I had the barn; I had everything. Was I set free? I didn't even know what that meant.

I don't trawl record shops anymore. I usually hear music in bars or at friends' houses.

Why can't we, with a more intelligent policy, actually have houses that are affordable, built at higher densities than they are at the moment and built on brownfield sites.

I mean, I was born the day war broke out, but I don't remember all the bombs though they did actually break up Liverpool, you know. I remember when I was a little older, there was big gaps in all the streets where houses used to be. We used to play over them.

To be alive, to be able to see, to walk, to have houses, music, paintings - it's all a miracle. I have adopted the technique of living life miracle to miracle.

I rent houses in LA when I'm filming. I find the isolation there terrifying. There's nowhere to go, there's nowhere to be with people. I'm not a beach bunny.

It was very clear that this was a very, very old site. There were remains of sod walls. Fishermen assumed it was an old Indian site. Bu Indians didn't use that kind of buildings and houses.

Would it be possible to stand still on one spot more majestically - while simulating a triumphant march forward - than it is done by the two English Houses of Parliament?

People commonly educate their children as they build their houses, according to some plan they think beautiful, without considering whether it is suited to the purposes for which they are designed.

Children love secret club houses. They love secrecy even when there's no need for secrecy.

You do not build your own houses, nor make your own garments, nor bake your own bread, simply because you know that if you were to attempt all these things they would all be more or less ill done.

When I was 6 years old, I was in a rock band that was horrible called "Dead End." The name kind of described us. People liked us; we would go and perform at coffee houses and stuff.

Rich men's houses are seldom beautiful, rarely comfortable, and never original. It is a constant source of surprise to people of moderate means to observe how little a big fortune contributes to Beauty.

My parents were born in Norfolk and spent their early years working in the big houses of that rural English county, my mother as a cook and my father as a handyman and chauffeur.

After years in white theaters I dreaded working in colored houses. The noise, the stomping, whistling, and cheering that hadn't annoyed me when I was young was now something I dreaded.

By the late 1980s people realized that houses did not always appreciate and that they could fluctuate like any other market commodity.

If you take away money, if you take away the houses and things, who are we really? What is love really about? What is it to love each other? Why do we stay together, and why do all the kids split? All these questions I have really deep inside of me.

While civilization has been improving our houses, it has not equally improved the men who are to inhabit them. It has created palaces, but it was not so easy to create noblemen and kings.

The corridor is hardly ever found in small houses, apart from the verandah, which also serves as a corridor.

Like flats of today, terraces of houses gained a certain anonymity from identical facades following identical floor plans and heights.

Disapproval of homosexuality cannot justify invading the houses, hearts and minds of citizens who choose to live their lives differently.