Socialism Quotes

 All fingers are not alike, If you cut bigger ones to make all equal it is communism, If you stretch smaller ones to make all equal it is socialism, If you do nothing to make all equal it is capitalism. 
Author: B. J. Gupta
Nationality:    
 All their devices for cheapening labour simply resulted in increasing the burden of labour. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Co-operation is not a sentiment - it is a necessity. 
Author: Charles P. Steinmetz
Nationality: American
b. 9 April 1865  - d. 26 October 1923
  
 Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time, Why should I strive to set the crooked straight? 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 It is a commonplace that the characteristic virtue of Englishmen is their power sustained practical activity, and their characteristic vice a reluctance to test the quality of that activity by reference to principles. 
Author: Richard Henry Tawney
Nationality: English
b. 30 November 1880  - d. 16 January 1962
  
 Today it is prosperity that is externally ugly ... we sit starving amidst our gold, the Midas of the Ages. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 When men have gone so far as to talk as though their idols have come to life, it is time that someone broke them. 
Author: Richard Henry Tawney
Nationality: English
b. 30 November 1880  - d. 16 January 1962
  
 Socialism must come down from the brain and reach the heart.  
Author: Jules Renard
Nationality: French
b. 22 February 1864  - d. 22 May 1910
  
 Of all the modern economic theories, the economic system of Marxism is founded on moral principles, while capitalism is concerned only with gain and profitability. Marxism is concerned with the distribution of wealth on an equal basis and the equitable utilization of the means of production. It is also concerned with the fate of the working classes - that is, the majority - as well as with the fate of those who are underprivileged and in need, and Marxism cares about the victims of minority-imposed exploitation. For those reasons the system appeals to me, and it seems fair. I just recently read an article in a paper where His Holiness the Pope also pointed out some positive aspects of Marxism. 
Author: Dalai Lama
Nationality: Tibetan
b. December 1935
  
 We, who are Socialists, must hope - we may even expect - that out of this horror of bloodshed and dire destruction will come far-reaching social changes - and a long step forward towards our goal of Peace among Men. 
Author: John Silas Reed
Nationality: American
b. December 1887  - d.  December 1920
  
 It is confidently expected that the period is at hand, when man, through ignorance, shall not much longer inflict unnecessary misery on man; because the mass of mankind will become enlightened, and will clearly discern that by so acting they will inevitably create misery to themselves. As soon as the public mind shall be sufficiently prepared to receive it, the practical detail of this system shall be fully developed. For the extensive knowledge of the facts which present themselves on the globe, makes it evident to those whose reasoning faculties have not been entirely paralysed, that all mankind firmly believe, that everybody except themselves has been grievously deceived in his fundamental principles; and feel the utmost astonishment that the nations of the world could embrace such gross inconsistencies for divine or political truths. Most persons are now also prepared to understand, that these weaknesses are firmly and conscientiously fixed in the minds of millions, who, when born, possessed equal faculties with themselves. And although they plainly discern in others what they deem inconceivable aberrations of the mental powers, yet, in despite of such facts, they are taught to believe that they themselves could not have been so deceived; and this impression is made upon the infant mind with the greatest ease, whether it be to create followers of the most ignorant, or of the most enlightened systems. 
Author: Robert Owen
Nationality: Welsh
b. 14 May 1771  - d. 17 November 1858
  
 All that is now requisite, previous to withdrawing the last mental bandage by which hitherto the human race has been kept in darkness and misery, is, by calm and patient reasoning to tranquillize the public mind, and thus prevent the evil effects which otherwise might arise from the too sudden prospect of freely enjoying rational liberty of mind. To withdraw that bandage without danger, reason must be judiciously applied to lead men of every sect (for all have been in part abused to reflect that if untold myriads of beings, formed like themselves, have been so grossly deceived as they believe them to have been, what power in nature was there to prevent them from being equally deceived? Such reflections, steadily pursued by those who are anxious to follow the plain and simple path of reason, will soon make it obvious that the inconsistencies which they behold in all other sects out of their own pale, are precisely similar to those which all other sects can readily discover within that pale. It is not, however, to be imagined, that this free and open exposure of the gross errors in which the existing generation has been instructed, should be forthwith palatable to the world; it would be contrary to reason to form any such expectations. Yet, as evil exists, and as man cannot be rational, nor of course happy, until the cause of it shall be removed; the writer, like a physician who feels the deepest interest in the welfare of his patient, has hitherto administered of this unpalatable restorative the smallest quantity which he deemed sufficient for the purpose. He now waits to see the effects which that may produce. Should the application not prove of sufficient strength to remove the mental disorder, he promises that it shall be increased, until sound health to the public mind be firmly and permanently established. 
Author: Robert Owen
Nationality: Welsh
b. 14 May 1771  - d. 17 November 1858
  
 There is but one mode by which man can possess in perpetuity all the happiness which his nature is capable of enjoying, — that is by the union and co-operation of all for the benefit of each. Union and co-operation in war obviously increase the power of the individual a thousand fold. Is there the shadow of a reason why they should not produce equal effects in peace; why the principle of co-operation should not give to men the same superior powers, and advantages, (and much greater) in the creation, preservation, distribution and enjoyment of wealth? 
Author: Robert Owen
Nationality: Welsh
b. 14 May 1771  - d. 17 November 1858
  
 Freedom for the pike is death to the minnows. 
Author: Richard Henry Tawney
Nationality: English
b. 30 November 1880  - d. 16 January 1962
  
 Democracy is unstable as a political system as long as it remains a political system and nothing more, instead of being, as it should be, not only a form of government but a type of society, and a manner of life which is in harmony with that type. To make it a type of society requires an advance along two lines. It involves, in the first place, the resolute elimination of all forms of special privilege which favour some groups and depress other, whether their source be differences of environment, of education, or of pecuniary income. It involves, in the second place, the conversion of economic power, now often an irresponsible tyrant, into a servant of society, working within clearly defined limits and accountable for its actions to a public authority. 
Author: Richard Henry Tawney
Nationality: English
b. 30 November 1880  - d. 16 January 1962
  
 If preachers have not yet overtly identified themselves with the view of the natural man, expressed by an eighteenth-century writer in the words, trade is one thing and religion is another, they imply a not very different conclusion by their silence as to the possibility of collisions between them. The characteristic doctrine was one, in fact, which left little room for religious teaching as to economic morality, because it anticipated the theory, later epitomized by Adam Smith in his famous reference to the invisible hand, which saw in economic self-interest the operation of a providential plan. The existing order, except in so far as the short-sighted enactments of Governments interfered with it, was the natural order, and the order established by nature was the order established by God. Most educated men, in the middle of the 18th century, would have found their philosophy expressed in the lines of Pope: Thus God and Nature formed the general frame, And bade self-love and social be the same. Naturally, again, such an attitude precluded a critical examination of institutions, and left as the sphere of Christian charity only those parts of life which could be reserved for philanthropy, precisely because they fell outside that larger area of normal human relations, in which the promptings of self-interest provided an all-sufficient motive and rule of conduct 
Author: Richard Henry Tawney
Nationality: English
b. 30 November 1880  - d. 16 January 1962
  
 If a man has important work, and enough leisure and income to enable him to do it properly, he is in possession of as much happiness as is good for any of the children of Adam. 
Author: Richard Henry Tawney
Nationality: English
b. 30 November 1880  - d. 16 January 1962
  
 Clever men are impressed in their differences from their fellows. Wise men are conscious of their resemblance to them. 
Author: Richard Henry Tawney
Nationality: English
b. 30 November 1880  - d. 16 January 1962
  
 For my part, while I am as convinced a Socialist as the most ardent Marxian, I do not regard Socialism as a gospel of proletarian revenge, nor even, primarily, as a means of securing economic justice. I regard it primarily as an adjustment to machine production demanded by considerations of common sense, and calculated to increase the happiness, not only of proletarians, but of all except a tiny minority of the human race. 
Author: Bertrand Russell
Nationality: British
b. 18 May 1872  - d. 2 February 1970
  
 If you want a golden rule that will fit everybody, this is it: Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Beauty, which is what is meant by art, using the word in its widest sense, is, I contend, no mere accident to human life, which people can take or leave as they choose, but a positive necessity of life. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 The greatest foe to art is luxury, art cannot live in its atmosphere.  
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Simplicity of life, even the barest, is not a misery, but the very foundation of refinement: a sanded floor and whitewashed walls, and the green trees, and flowery meads, and living waters outside; or a grimy palace amid the smoke with a regiment of housemaids always working to smear the dirt together so that it may be unnoticed; which, think you, is the most refined, the most fit for a gentleman of those two dwellings? So I say, if you cannot learn to love real art; at least learn to hate sham art and reject it. It is not because the wretched thing is so ugly and silly and useless that I ask you to cast it from you; it is much more because these are but the outward symbols of the poison that lies within them; look through them and see all that has gone to their fashioning, and you will see how vain labour, and sorrow, and disgrace have been their companions from the first - and all this for trifles that no man really needs!  
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 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 forever, then art is doomed, and will surely die; that is to say, civilization will die. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 What shall I say concerning its mastery of and its waste of mechanical power, its commonwealth so poor, its enemies of the commonwealth so rich, its stupendous organization - for the misery of life! Its contempt of simple pleasures which everyone could enjoy but for its folly? Its eyeless vulgarity which has destroyed art, the one certain solace of labour? All this I felt then as now, but I did not know why it was so. The hope of the past times was gone, the struggles of mankind for many ages had produced nothing but this sordid, aimless, ugly confusion. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 What I mean by Socialism is a condition of society in which there should be neither rich nor poor, neither master nor master's man, neither idle nor overworked, neither brain­slack brain workers, nor heart­sick hand workers, in a word, in which all men would be living in equality of condition, and would manage their affairs unwastefully, and with the full consciousness that harm to one would mean harm to all - the realisation at last of the meaning of the word commonwealth. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 I love art, and I love history, but it is living art and living history that I love... It is in the interest of living art and living history that I oppose so-called restoration. What history can there be in a building bedaubed with ornament, which cannot at the best be anything but a hopeless and lifeless imitation of the hope and vigour of the earlier world?  
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 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 women I love, then I shall count myself blessed, and blessed, and blessed, and the work goes on. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Pray but one prayer for me 'twixt thy closed lips, Think but one thought of me up in the stars. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Wert thou more fickle than the restless sea, Still should I love thee, knowing thee for such. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 The majesty That from man's soul looks through his eager eyes. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Now such an one for daughter Creon had As maketh wise men fools and young men mad. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 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. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 From out the throng and stress of lies, From out the painful noise of sighs, One voice of comfort seems to rise: "It is the meaner part that dies." 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Masters, I have to tell a tale of woe, A tale of folly and of wasted life, Hope against hope, the bitter dregs of strife, Ending, where all things end, in death at last. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 I too Will go, remembering what I said to you, When any land, the first to which we came Seemed that we sought, and set your hearts aflame, And all seemed won to you: but still I think, Perchance years hence, the fount of life to drink, Unless by some ill chance I first am slain. But boundless risk must pay for boundless gain. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Slayer of the Winter, art thou here again? O welcome, thou that bring'st the Summer nigh! The bitter wind makes not thy victory vain, Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Rejoice, lest pleasureless ye die. Within a little time must ye go by. Stretch forth your open hands, and while ye live Take all the gifts that Death and Life may give! 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Forgetfulness of grief I yet may gain; In some wise may come ending to my pain; It may be yet the Gods will have me glad! Yet, Love, I would that thee and pain I had! 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Earth, left silent by the wind of night, Seems shrunken 'neath the gray unmeasured height.  
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Late February days; and now, at last, Might you have thought that Winter's woe was past; So fair the sky was and so soft the air. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 A world made to be lost, — A bitter life 'twixt pain and nothing tost. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 To happy folk All heaviest words no more of meaning bear Than far-off bells saddening the Summer air. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing, I cannot ease the burden of your fears, Or make quick-coming death a little thing, Or bring again the pleasure of past years, Nor for my words shall ye forget your tears, Or hope again for aught that I can say, The idle singer of an empty day. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 The heavy trouble, the bewildering care That weighs us down who live and earn our bread, These idle verses have no power to bear; So let em sing of names rememberèd, Because they, living not, can ne'er be dead, Or long time take their memory quite away From us poor singers of an empty day. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time, Why should I strive to set the crooked straight? Let it suffice me that my murmuring rhyme Beats with light wing against the ivory gate, Telling a tale not too importunate To those who in the sleepy region stay, Lulled by the singer of an empty day. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Folk say, a wizard to a northern king At Christmas-tide such wondrous things did show, That through one window men beheld the spring, And through another saw the summer glow, And through a third the fruited vines a-row, While still, unheard, but in its wonted way, Piped the drear wind of that December day. So with this Earthly Paradise it is, If ye will read aright, and pardon me, Who strive to build a shadowy isle of bliss Midmost the beating of the steely sea, Where tossed about all hearts of men must be; Whose ravening monsters mighty men shall slay, Not the poor singer of an empty day. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 It happened once, some men of Italy Midst the Greek Islands went a sea-roving, And much good fortune had they on the sea: Of many a man they had the ransoming, And many a chain they gat and goodly thing; And midst their voyage to an isle they came, Whereof my story keepeth not the name. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 One was there who left all his friends behind; Who going inland ever more and more, And being left quite alone, at last did find A lonely valley sheltered from the wind, Wherein, amidst an ancient cypress wood, A long-deserted ruined castle stood. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Noble the house was, nor seemed built for war, But rather like the work of other days, When men, in better peace than now they are, Had leisure on the world around to gaze, And noted well the past times' changing ways; And fair with sculptured stories it was wrought, By lapse of time unto dim ruin brought. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 But taking note of these things, at the last The mariner beneath the gateway passed. And there a lovely cloistered court he found, A fountain in the mist o'erthrown and dry, And in the cloister briers twining round The slender shafts; the wondrous imagery Outworn by more than many years gone by; Because the country people, in their fear Of wizardry, had wrought destruction here, And piteously these fair things had been maimed; There stood great Jove, lacking his head of might; Here was the archer, swift Apollo, lamed; The shapely limbs of Venus hid from sight By weeds and shards; Diana's ankles light Bound with the cable of some coasting ship; And rusty nails through Helen's maddening lip. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 And there he saw a door within the wall, Well-hinged, close shut; nor was there in that place Another on its hinges, therefore he Stood there and pondered for a little space And thought: "Perchance some marvel I shall see, For surely here some dweller there must be, Because this door seems whole and new and sound, While nought but ruin I can see around." 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 No pillager or wrecker had been there; It seemed that time had passed on otherwhere, Nor laid a finger on this hidden place Rich with the wealth of some forgotten race. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 The wanderer trembled when he saw all this, Because he deemed by magic it was wrought; Yet in his heart a longing for some bliss Whereof the hard and changing world knows nought, Arose and urged him on, and dimmed the thought That there perchance some devil lurked to slay The heedless wanderer from the light of day. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Upon the floor uncounted medals lay Like things of little value; here and there Stood golden caldrons, that might well outweigh The biggest midst an emperor's copper-ware, And golden cups were set on tables fair, Themselves of gold; and in all hollow things Were stored great gems, worthy the crowns of kings. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 And then the image, that well-nigh erased Over the castle-gate he did behold, Above a door well wrought in coloured gold Again he saw; a naked girl with wings Enfolded in a serpent's scaly rings. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 There sat a woman, whose wet tresses rolled On to the floor in waves of gleaming gold, Cast back from such a form as, erewhile shown To one poor shepherd, lighted up Troy town. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 "Alas, alas! another day gone by, Another day and no soul come," she said; "Another year, and still I am not dead!" And with that word once more her head she raised, And on the trembling man with great eyes gazed. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 "What man art thou that thus hast wandered here, And found this lonely chamber where I dwell? Beware, beware! for I have many a spell; If greed of power and gold have led thee on, Not lightly shall this untold wealth be won. But if thou com'st here knowing of my tale, In hope to bear away my body fair, Stout must thine heart be, nor shall that avail If thou a wicked soul in thee dost bear; So once again I bid thee to beware, Because no base man things like this may see, And live thereafter long and happily." 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 From those thy words, I deem from some distress By deeds of mine thy dear life I might save; O then, delay not! if one ever gave His life to any, mine I give to thee; Come, tell me what the price of love must be? Swift death, to be with thee a day and night And with the earliest dawning to be slain? Or better, a long year of great delight, And many years of misery and pain? Or worse, and this poor hour for all my gain? A sorry merchant am I on this day, E'en as thou willest so must I obey. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 "God grant indeed thy words are not for nought! Then shalt thou save me, since for many a day To such a dreadful life I have been brought: Nor will I spare with all my heart to pay What man soever takes my grief away; Ah! I will love thee, if thou lovest me But well enough my saviour now to be. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 A queen I was, what Gods I knew I loved, And nothing evil was there in my thought, And yet by love my wretched heart was moved Until to utter ruin I was brought! Alas! thou sayest our gods were vain and nought, Wait, wait, till thou hast heard this tale of mine, Then shalt thou think them devilish or divine. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Drowsy I lie, no folk at my command, Who once was called the Lady of the Land; Who might have bought a kingdom with a kiss, Yea, half the world with such a sight as this. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 "Wilt thou not save me? once in every year This rightful form of mine that thou dost see By favour of the Goddess have I here From sunrise unto sunset given me, That some brave man may end my misery. And thou — art thou not brave? can thy heart fail, Whose eyes e'en now are weeping at my tale? 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Then listen! when this day is overpast, A fearful monster shall I be again, And thou mayst be my saviour at the last, Unless, once more, thy words are nought and vain. If thou of love and sovereignty art fain, Come thou next morn, and when thou seest here A hideous dragon, have thereof no fear, But take the loathsome head up in thine hands And kiss it, and be master presently Of twice the wealth that is in all the lands From Cathay to the head of Italy; And master also, if it pleaseth thee, Of all thou praisest as so fresh and bright, Of what thou callest crown of all delight. Ah! with what joy then shall I see again The sunlight on the green grass and the trees, And hear the clatter of the summer rain, And see the joyous folk beyond the seas. Ah, me! to hold my child upon my knees After the weeping of unkindly tears And all the wrongs of these four hundred years. Go now, go quick! leave this grey heap of stone; And from thy glad heart think upon thy way, How I shall love thee — yea, love thee alone, That bringest me from dark death unto day; For this shall be thy wages and thy pay; Unheard-of wealth, unheard-of love is near, If thou hast heart a little dread to bear. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 "Ah! wilt thou leave me then without one kiss, To slay the very seeds of fear and doubt, That glad to-morrow may bring certain bliss? Hast thou forgotten how love lives by this, The memory of some hopeful close embrace, Low whispered words within some lonely place?" 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 So on he went, and on the way he thought Of all the glorious things of yesterday, Nought of the price whereat they must be bought, But ever to himself did softly say "No roaming now, my wars are passed away, No long dull days devoid of happiness, When such a love my yearning heart shall bless." 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Meanwhile the dragon, seeing him clean gone, Followed him not, but crying horribly, Caught up within her jaws a block of stone And ground it into powder, then turned she, With cries that folk could hear far out at sea, And reached the treasure set apart of old, To brood above the hidden heaps of gold. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Love is enough: though the World be a-waning And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining, Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder, Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder, And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over, Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter; The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.  
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Love is enough: have no thought for to-morrow If ye lie down this even in rest from your pain, Ye who have paid for your bliss with great sorrow. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Till again shall the change come, and words your lips say not Your hearts make all plain in the best wise they would And the world ye thought waning is glorious and good. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 The wind is not helpless for any man's need, Nor falleth the rain but for thistle and weed. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 O surely this morning all sorrow is hidden, All battle is hushed for this even at least; And no one this noontide may hunger, unbidden To the flowers and the singing and the joy of your feast Where silent ye sit midst the world's tale increased. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Lo, the lovers unloved that draw nigh for your blessing! For your tale makes the dreaming whereby yet they live The dreams of the day with their hopes of redressing, The dreams of the night with the kisses they give, The dreams of the dawn wherein death and hope strive. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Ah, what shall we say then, but that earth threatened often Shall live on for ever that such things may be, That the dry seed shall quicken, the hard earth shall soften, And the spring-bearing birds flutter north o'er the sea, That earth's garden may bloom round my love's feet and me? 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Love is enough: it grew up without heeding In the days when ye knew not its name nor its measure, And its leaflets untrodden by the light feet of pleasure Had no boast of the blossom, no sign of the seeding, As the morning and evening passed over its treasure. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 And what do ye say then? - That Spring long departed Has brought forth no child to the softness and showers; - That we slept and we dreamed through the Summer of flowers; We dreamed of the Winter, and waking dead-hearted Found Winter upon us and waste of dull hours. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Nay, Spring was o'er-happy and knew not the reason, And Summer dreamed sadly, for she thought all was ended In her fulness of wealth that might not be amended; But this is the harvest and the garnering season, And the leaf and the blossom in the ripe fruit are blended. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 It sprang without sowing, it grew without heeding, Ye knew not its name and ye knew not its measure, Ye noted it not mid your hope and your pleasure; There was pain in its blossom, despair in its seeding, But daylong your bosom now nurseth its treasure. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Love is enough: draw near and behold me Ye who pass by the way to your rest and your laughter, And are full of the hope of the dawn coming after; For the strong of the world have bought me and sold me And my house is all wasted from threshold to rafter. - Pass by me, and hearken, and think of me not!  
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Ye know not how void is your hope and your living: Depart with your helping lest yet ye undo me! Ye know not that at nightfall she draweth near to me, There is soft speech between us and words of forgiving Till in dead of the midnight her kisses thrill through me. - Pass by me and harken, and waken me not! 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Wherewith will ye buy it, ye rich who behold me? Draw out from your coffers your rest and your laughter, And the fair gilded hope of the dawn coming after! Nay this I sell not, — though ye bought me and sold me, - For your house stored with such things from threshold to rafter. - Pass by me, I hearken, and think of you not! 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Love is enough: through the trouble and tangle From yesterday's dawning to yesterday's night I sought through the vales where the prisoned winds wrangle, Till, wearied and bleeding, at end of the light I met him, and we wrestled, and great was my might. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 And the Shadow of the Night and not Love was departed; I was sore, I was weary, yet Love lived to seek; So I scaled the dark mountains, and wandered sad-hearted Over wearier wastes, where e'en sunlight was bleak, With no rest of the night for my soul waxen weak. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 With no rest of the night; for I waked mid a story Of a land wherein Love is the light and the lord, Where my tale shall be heard, and my wounds gain a glory, And my tears be a treasure to add to the hoard Of pleasure laid up for his people's reward. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Love is enough: cherish life that abideth, Lest ye die ere ye know him, and curse and misname him; For who knows in what ruin of all hope he hideth, On what wings of the terror of darkness he rideth? And what is the joy of man's life that ye blame him For his bliss grown a sword, and his rest grown a fire? 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Live on, for Love liveth, and earth shall be shaken By the wind of his wings on the triumphing morning, When the dead, and their deeds that die not shall awaken, And the world's tale shall sound in your trumpet of warning, And the sun smite the banner called Scorn of the Scorning, And dead pain ye shall trample, dead fruitless desire, As ye wend to pluck out the new world from the fire.  
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Dawn talks to Day Over dew-gleaming flowers, Night flies away Till the resting of hours: Fresh are thy feet And with dreams thine eyes glistening, Thy still lips are sweet Though the world is a-listening. O Love, set a word in my mouth for our meeting, Cast thine arms round about me to stay my heart's beating! O fresh day, O fair day, O long day made ours! 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Morn shall meet noon While the flower-stems yet move, Though the wind dieth soon And the clouds fade above. Loved lips are thine As I tremble and hearken; Bright thine eyes shine, Though the leaves thy brow darken. O Love, kiss me into silence, lest no word avail me, Stay my head with thy bosom lest breath and life fail me! O sweet day, O rich day, made long for our love! 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Let us speak, love, together some words of our story, That our lips as they part may remember the glory! O soft day, O calm day, made clear for our sake! 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Eve shall kiss night, And the leaves stir like rain As the wind stealeth light O'er the grass of the plain. Unseen are thine eyes Mid the dreamy night's sleeping, And on my mouth there lies The dear rain of thy weeping. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Love is enough: while ye deemed him a-sleeping, There were signs of his coming and sounds of his feet; His touch it was that would bring you to weeping, When the summer was deepest and music most sweet. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 All wonder of pleasure, all doubt of desire, All blindness, are ended, and no more ye feel If your feet treat his flowers or the flames of his fire, If your breast meet his balms or the edge of his steel. Change is come, and past over, no more strife, no more learning: Now your lips and your forehead are sealed with his seal, Look backward and smile at the thorns and the burning. - Sweet rest, O my soul, and no fear of returning!  
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Love is enough: ho ye who seek saving, Go no further; come hither; there have been who have found it, And these know the House of Fulfilment of Craving; These know the Cup with the roses around it; These know the World's Wound and the balm that hath bound it: Cry out, the World heedeth not, "Love, lead us home!" 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 O hearken the words of his voice of compassion: "Come cling round about me, ye faithful who sicken Of the weary unrest and the world's passing fashions! As the rain in mid-morning your troubles shall thicken, But surely within you some Godhead doth quicken, As ye cry to me heeding, and leading you home." 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 "Come - pain ye shall have, and be blind to the ending! Come - fear ye shall have, mid the sky's overcasting! Come - change ye shall have, for far are ye wending! Come - no crown ye shall have for your thirst and your fasting, But the kissed lips of Love and fair life everlasting! Cry out, for one heedeth, who leadeth you home!" 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 To give people pleasure in the things they must perforce use, that is one great office of decoration; to give people pleasure in the things they must perforce make, that is the other use of it. Does not our subject look important enough now? I say that without these arts, our rest would be vacant and uninteresting, our labour mere endurance, mere wearing away of body and mind. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 When we can get beyond that smoky world, there, out in the country we may still see the works of our fathers yet alive amidst the very nature they were wrought into, and of which they are so completely a part: for there indeed if anywhere, in the English country, in the days when people cared about such things, was there a full sympathy between the works of man, and the land they were made for: - the land is a little land; too much shut up within the narrow seas, as it seems, to have much space for swelling into hugeness: there are no great wastes overwhelming in their dreariness, no great solitudes of forests, no terrible untrodden mountain-walls: all is measured, mingled, varied, gliding easily one thing into another: little rivers, little plains, swelling, speedily- changing uplands, all beset with handsome orderly trees; little hills, little mountains, netted over with the walls of sheep- walks: all is little; yet not foolish and blank, but serious rather, and abundant of meaning for such as choose to seek it: it is neither prison nor palace, but a decent home. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 I do not want art for a few, any more than education for a few, or freedom for a few. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 It is right and necessary that all men should have work to do which shall be worth doing, and be of itself pleasant to do; and which should be done under such conditions as would make it neither over-wearisome nor over-anxious. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Nothing should be made by man's labour which is not worth making; or which must be made by labour degrading to the makers. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 When I was journeying (in a dream of the night) down the well-remembered reaches of the Thames betwixt Streatley and Wallingford, where the foothills of the White Horse fall back from the broad stream, I came upon a clear-seen mediæval town standing up with roof and tower and spire within its walls, grey and ancient, but untouched from the days of its builders of old. All this I have seen in the dreams of the night clearer than I can force myself to see them in dreams of the day. So that it would have been nothing new to me the other night to fall into an architectural dream if that were all, and yet I have to tell of things strange and new that befell me after I had fallen asleep. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Forsooth, ye have heard it said that ye shall do well in this world that in the world to come ye may live happily for ever; do ye well then, and have your reward both on earth and in heaven; for I say to you that earth and heaven are not two but one; and this one is that which ye know, and are each one of you a part of, to wit, the Holy Church, and in each one of you dwelleth the life of the Church, unless ye slay it. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Forsooth, brothers, fellowship is heaven, and lack of fellowship is hell: fellowship is life, and lack of fellowship is death: and the deeds that ye do upon the earth, it is for fellowship's sake that ye do them, and the life that is in it, that shall live on and on for ever, and each one of you part of it, while many a man's life upon the earth from the earth shall wane. Therefore, I bid you not dwell in hell but in heaven, or while ye must, upon earth, which is a part of heaven, and forsooth no foul part. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Forsooth, he that waketh in hell and feeleth his heart fail him, shall have memory of the merry days of earth, and how that when his heart failed him there, he cried on his fellow, were it his wife or his son or his brother or his gossip or his brother sworn in arms, and how that his fellow heard him and came and they mourned together under the sun, till again they laughed together and were but half sorry between them. This shall he think on in hell, and cry on his fellow to help him, and shall find that therein is no help because there is no fellowship, but every man for himself. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 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. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 It is for him that is lonely or in prison to dream of fellowship, but for him that is of a fellowship to do and not to dream. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Mastership hath many shifts whereby it striveth to keep itself alive in the world. And now hear a marvel: whereas thou sayest these two times that out of one man ye may get but one man's work, in days to come one man shall do the work of a hundred men - yea, of a thousand or more: and this is the shift of mastership that shall make many masters and many rich men. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 To thee, when thou didst try to conceive of them, the ways of the days to come seemed follies scarce to be thought of; yet shall they come to be familiar things, and an order by which every man liveth, ill as he liveth, so that men shall deem of them, that thus it hath been since the beginning of the world, and that thus it shall be while the world endureth... Yet in time shall this also grow old, and doubt shall creep in, because men shall scarce be able to live by that order, and the complaint of the poor shall be hearkened, no longer as a tale not utterly grievous, but as a threat of ruin, and a fear. Then shall these things, which to thee seem follies, and to the men between thee and me mere wisdom and the bond of stability, seem follies once again; yet, whereas men have so long lived by them, they shall cling to them yet from blindness and from fear; and those that see, and that have thus much conquered fear that they are furthering the real time that cometh and not the dream that faileth, these men shall the blind and the fearful mock and missay, and torment and murder: and great and grievous shall be the strife in those days, and many the failures of the wise, and too oft sore shall be the despair of the valiant; and back-sliding, and doubt, and contest between friends and fellows lacking time in the hubbub to understand each other, shall grieve many hearts and hinder the Host of the Fellowship: yet shall all bring about the end, till thy deeming of folly and ours shall be one, and thy hope and our hope; and then — the Day will have come. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 The word Revolution, which we Socialists are so often forced to use, has a terrible sound in most people's ears, even when we have explained to them that it does not necessarily mean a change accompanied by riot and all kinds of violence, and cannot mean a change made mechanically and in the teeth of opinion by a group of men who have somehow managed to seize on the executive power for the moment. Even when we explain that we use the word revolution in its etymological sense, and mean by it a change in the basis of society, people are scared at the idea of such a vast change, and beg that you will speak of reform and not revolution. As, however, we Socialists do not at all mean by our word revolution what these worthy people mean by their word reform, I can't help thinking that it would be a mistake to use it, whatever projects we might conceal beneath its harmless envelope. So we will stick to our word, which means a change of the basis of society; it may frighten people, but it will at least warn them that there is something to be frightened about, which will be no less dangerous for being ignored; and also it may encourage some people, and will mean to them at least not a fear, but a hope.  
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Fear and Hope - those are the names of the two great passions which rule the race of man, and with which revolutionists have to deal; to give hope to the many oppressed and fear to the few oppressors, that is our business; if we do the first and give hope to the many, the few must be frightened by their hope; otherwise we do not want to frighten them; it is not revenge we want for poor people, but happiness; indeed, what revenge can be taken for all the thousands of years of the sufferings of the poor?  
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Soon there will be nothing left except the lying dreams of history, the miserable wreckage of our museums and picture-galleries, and the carefully guarded interiors of our aesthetic drawing-rooms, unreal and foolish, fitting witnesses of the life of corruption that goes on there, so pinched and meagre and cowardly, with its concealment and ignoring, rather than restraint of, natural longings; which does not forbid the greedy indulgence in them if it can but be decently hidden. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 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. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 This has sometimes appeared in paraphrased form as: "The aim of art is 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 the exercise." 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 I think that to all living things there is a pleasure in the exercise of their energies, and that even beasts rejoice in being lithe and swift and strong. But 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. Not only his own thoughts, but the thoughts of the men of past ages guide his hands; and, as a part of the human race, he creates. If we work thus we shall be men, and our days will be happy and eventful. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Worthy work carries with it the hope of pleasure in rest, the hope of the pleasure in our using what it makes, and the hope of pleasure in our daily creative skill. All other work but this is worthless; it is slaves' work - mere toiling to live, that we may live to toil. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 Go back again, now you have seen us, and your outward eyes have learned that in spite of all the infallible maxims of your day there is yet a time of rest in store for the world, when mastery has changed into fellowship - but not before. Go back again, then, and while you live you will see all round you people engaged in making others live lives which are not their own, while they themselves care nothing for their own real lives - men who hate life though they fear death. Go back and be the happier for having seen us, for having added a little hope to your struggle. Go on living while you may, striving, with whatsoever pain and labour needs must be, to build up little by little the new day of fellowship, and rest, and happiness.  
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 If others can see it as I have seen it, then it may be called a vision rather than a dream. 
Author: William Morris
Nationality: English
b. 24 March 1834  - d. 03 October 1896
  
 I want to exude strength and intelligence. 
Author: Portia de Rossi
Nationality: Australian
b. 31 January 1973
  
 Socialism is nothing but the capitalism of the lower classes. 
Author: Oswald Arnold Spengler
Nationality: German
b. 29 May 1880  - d. 08 May 1936
  
 The idea that a congressman would be tainted by accepting money from private industry or private sources is essentially a socialist argument. 
Author: Newt Gingrich
Nationality: American
b. 17 June 1943
  
 I beg you, look for the words 'social justice' or 'economic justice' on your church Web site. If you find it, run as fast as you can. Social justice and economic justice, they are code words. 
Author: Glenn Beck
Nationality: American
b. 10 February 1964
  
 If you have a priest that is pushing social justice, go find another parish. Go alert your bishop. 
Author: Glenn Beck
Nationality: American
b. 10 February 1964
  
 Socialism would never work in the United States because the country lacked a powerful, centralized government of competent men, remaining continuously in office and because only a small percentage of Americans accept this viewpoint today. 
Author: Charles P. Steinmetz
Nationality: American
b. 9 April 1865  - d. 26 October 1923
  
 Money is a stupid measure of achievement, but unfortunately it is the only universal measure we have. 
Author: Charles P. Steinmetz
Nationality: American
b. 9 April 1865  - d. 26 October 1923
  




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