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Hilaire Belloc
English
Poet
About the author
When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
#Hope
#May
#Books
The microbe is so very small: You cannot take him out at all.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
The grace of God is courtesy.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
#God
#Grace
#Courtesy
The moment a man talks to his fellows he begins to lie.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
#Man
#Lie
It is the best of all trades, to make songs, and the second best to sing them.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
#Songs
We wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
#Travel
#Fulfillment
Statistics are the triumph of the quantitative method, and the quantitative method is the victory of sterility and death.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
#Death
#Victory
#Statistics
Oh, my friends, be warned by me, That breakfast, dinner, lunch and tea, Are all human frame requires.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
#Friends
#Tea
Of all fatiguing, futile, empty trades, the worst, I suppose, is writing about writing.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
#Writing
Money gives me pleasure all the time.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
#Time
#Money
#Pleasure
Loss and possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
#Life
#Death
#Sun
#Shadow
#Possession
#Loss
Just as there is nothing between the admirable omelet and the intolerable, so with autobiography.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
#Nothing
#Autobiography
Be content to remember that those who can make omelettes properly can do nothing else.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
#Nothing
#Content
It is sometimes necessary to lie damnably in the interests of the nation.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
#Nation
#Lie
When friendship disappears then there is a space left open to that awful loneliness of the outside world which is like the cold space between the planets. It is an air in which men perish utterly.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
#World
#Men
#Open
#Space
#Friendship
#Loneliness
All men have an instinct for conflict: at least, all healthy men.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
#Men
#Instinct
Any subject can be made interesting, and therefore any subject can be made boring.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
Child! Do not throw this book about; refrain from the unholy pleasure of cutting all the pictures out.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
#Pleasure
Every major question in history is a religious question. It has more effect in molding life than nationalism or a common language.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
#Life
#History
#Language
#Question
#Effect
#Religious
#Nationalism
From quiet homes and first beginning, out to the undiscovered ends, there's nothing worth the wear of winning, but laughter and the love of friends.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
#Love
#Nothing
#Friends
#First
#Winning
#Worth
#Quiet
#Beginning
#Laughter
I am writing a book about the Crusades so dull that I can scarcely write it.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
#Writing
I have wandered all my life, and I have also traveled; the difference between the two being this, that we wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
#Life
#Being
#Difference
#Travel
#Fulfillment
I'm tired of love; I'm still more tired of rhyme; but money gives me pleasure all the time.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
#Time
#Love
#Money
#Pleasure
Is there no Latin word for Tea? Upon my soul, if I had known that I would have let the vulgar stuff alone.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
#Word
#Soul
#Tea
An institute run with such knavish imbecility that if it were not the work of God it would not last a fortnight.
Hilaire Belloc,
English
Poet
#God
#Work