“ Mr. Orage, one of the most active and intelligent reformers for the last generation in England, attempted this very thing. He, in his little intellectual review which was supported by so brilliant a g… Hilaire Belloc
“ There was a shepherd the other day up at Findon Fair who had come from the east by Lewes with sheep, and who had in his eyes that reminiscence of horizons which makes the eyes of shepherds and of moun… Hilaire Belloc
“ When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read. Hilaire Belloc
“ The Llama is a woolly sort of fleecy hairy goat, with an indolent expression and an undulating throat; like an unsuccessful literary man. Hilaire Belloc
“ Every major question in history is a religious question. It has more effect in molding life than nationalism or a common language. Hilaire Belloc
“ Physicians of the Utmost Fame were called at once but when they came they answered as they took their fees 'There is no cure for this disease.' Hilaire Belloc
“ 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
“ Statistics are the triumph of the quantitative method, and the quantitative method is the victory of sterility and death. Hilaire Belloc
“ The pilgrim is humble and devout, and human, and charitable, and ready to smile and admire; therefore, he should comprehend the whole of his way, the people in it, and the hills and the clouds, and th… Hilaire Belloc
“ We sit by and watch the barbarian. We tolerate him in the long stretches of peace we are not afraid. We are tickled by his irreverence his comic inversion of our old certitudes and our fixed creed r… Hilaire Belloc
“ For no one, in our long decline,So dusty, spiteful and divided,Had quite such pleasant friends as mine,Or loved them half as much as I did. Hilaire Belloc
“ 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
“ 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
“ He [the poet] brings out the inner part of things and presents them to men in such a way that they cannot refuse but must accept it. But how the mere choice and rhythm of words should produce so magic… Hilaire Belloc
