For I think it is the case with genius that it is not when quiescent so very much above mediocrity as the difference between the two might lead us to think, but that it has the power and privilege of… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
No wonder of it: sheer plod makes plough down sillion Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion. — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
Do you know, a horrible thing has happened to me. I have begun to doubt Tennyson. — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
Time has three dimensions and one positive pitch or direction. It is therefore not so much like any river or any sea as like… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
And though we do have him before our eyes, masked in the Sacred Host, at mass and Benediction and within our lips receive him… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
The effect of studying masterpieces is to make me admire and do otherwise. — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
I always knew in my heart Walt Whitman's mind to be more like my own than any other man's living. — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
What is all this juice and all this joy? A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning In Eden garden.-Have, get, before… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
It is not only prayer that gives God glory but work. Smitting on an anvil, sawing a beam, whitewashing a wall, driving horses, sweeping, scouring, everything gives God some glory if being in his grace you do it as your duty. To go to communion worthily gives God great glory, but a man with a dungfork in his hand, a… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share
“I awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, in the white and the walk of the morning: The moon, dwindled and thinned to the fringe of a finger-nail held to the candle, Or paring of paradisaical fruit, lovely in waning but lustreless, Stepped from the stool, drew back from the barrow, of dark Maenefa the mountain; A cusp still… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share
When I compare myself, my being-myself, with anything else whatever, all things alike, all in the same degree, rebuff me with blank unlikeness. — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
All the world is full of inscapeand chance left free to act falls into an order as well as purpose. — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
