The fine pleasure is not to do a thing but to feel that you could…If I could but get on, if I could but produce a work I should not mind its being buried, silenced, and going no further; but it kills me to be time's eunuch and never to beget.
letter to Robert Bridges, 1 September 1885, in C. C. Abbott (ed.) The Correspondence of Gerard Manley Hopkins and Robert Bridges (1935)