Simplement parce les grandes oeuvres d'art, celles qui envahissent toute la vie, doivent résulter de la coopération harmonieuse entre voisins. Or, un… - William Morris

Man alive! how can you ask such a question? Have I not told you that we know what a prison means by the undoubted evidence of really trustworthy books, helped out by our own imaginations? And haven't you specially called me to notice that the people about the roads and streets look happy? and how could they look happy if they knew that their neighbours were shut up in prison, while they bore such things quietly? And if there were people in prison, you couldn't hide it from folk, like you can an occasional man-slaying; because that isn't done of set purpose, with a lot of people backing up the slayer in cold blood, as this prison business is. Prisons, indeed! O no, no, no!

Così come stanno oggi le cose, con questo spreco di forza lavoro nella pura oziosità o nel lavoro improduttivo, è evidente che il mondo civile è sostenuto solo da una piccola parte dei suoi membri; qualora tutti lavorassero utilmente per sostenerlo, la quota di lavoro che ognuno dovrebbe svolgere sarebbe necessariamente limitata, anche se il nostro tenore di vita fosse simile a quello che la gente benestante e raffinata ritiene oggi desiderabile. Avremmo forza lavoro in eccesso, e saremmo, in breve, ricchi come vorremmo.

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.