Any day, any minute we bless God for our being or for anything, for food, for sunlight, we do and are what we were meant for, madefor--things that gi….

Give beauty back, beauty, beauty, beauty, back to God, beauty's self and beauty's giver..

To lift up the hands in prayer gives God glory, but a man with a dungfork in his hand, a woman with a slop pail, give Him glory, too. God is so great….

What are works of art for? to educate, to be standards. To produce is of little use unless what we produce is known, is widely known, the wider known….

For myself I make no secret, I look forward with eager desire to seeing the matchless beauty of Christ's body in the heavenly light..

I do not write for the public. You are my public and I hope to convert you..

All the world is full of inscape and chance left free to act falls into an order as well as purpose..

Your personal boundaries protect the inner core of your identity and your right to choices..

What you look at hard seems to look at you..

What I do is me, for that I came..

I have desired to go Where springs not fail, To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail And a few lilies blow..

Look at the stars! Look, look up at the skies! Oh look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air! The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!.

Nothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush..

Let Him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east..

The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out like shining from shook foil? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all i….

Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; ….

I say that we are wound With mercy round and round As if with air..

ELECTED Silence, sing to me And beat upon my whorlèd ear, Pipe me to pastures still and be The music that I care to hear..

NOT, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of man In me ór, most weary, cry I can n….

When a man is in God's grace and free from mortal sin, then everything that he does, so long as there is no sin in it, gives God glory and what does ….

The poetical language of an age should be the current language heightened..