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Loss and possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun.
— Hilaire Belloc
writer, poet, politician, journalist, historian, biographer
1870 – 1953
Loss and possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun.
All men have an instinct for conflict: at least, all healthy men.
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.
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.
Whatever happens, we have gotThe Maxim gun, and they have not.
Gentlemen, I am a Catholic. As far as possible, I go to Mass every day. This [taking a rosary out of his pocket] is a rosary. As far as possible, I kneel down and tell these beads every day. If you reject me on account of my religion, I shall thank God that He has spared me the indignity of being your representative.
Is there no Latin word for Tea? Upon my soul, if I had known that I would have left the vulgar stuff alone.
It is the best of all trades, to make songs, and the second best to sing them.
It is sometimes necessary to lie damnably in the interests of the nation.
I'm tired of Love; I'm still more tired of Rhyme.But money gives me pleasure all the time.
How did the party go in Portman Square?Juliet was next me and I do not know.
The Catholic Church is an institution I am bound to hold divine — but for unbelievers a proof of its divinity might be found in the fact that no merely human institution conducted with such knavish imbecility would have lasted a fortnight.
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.
Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine,Benedicamus Domino!
It was my shame, and now it is my boast,That I have loved you rather more than most.
The world is full of double bedsFor sodomy or self-abuse.
[M]others of large families (who claim to common sense)Will find a Tiger well repay the trouble and expense.
I shoot the HippopotamusHis hide is sure to flatten 'em.
When people call this beast to mind,So LARGE a trunk before.
What! Would you slap the Porcupine?Should turn Tupto-philist.
The Llama is a wooly sort of fleecy hairy goat,Like an unsuccessful literary man.
I'm tired of love; I'm still more tired of rhyme; but money gives me pleasure all the time.
The Microbe is so very smallTo see him through a microscope.
Oh! let us never, never doubtWhat nobody is sure about!
'… and as to what may be in this book, do not feel timid nor hesitate to enter. There are more mountains than molehills …'
Write as the wind blows and command all words like an army!
Then let us love one another and laugh. Time passes, and we shall soon laugh no longer—and meanwhile common living is a burden, and earnest men are in siege upon us all around. Let us suffer absurdities, for this is only to suffer one another.
Death […] people nowadays seem to regard as something odd, whereas it is well known to be the commonest thing in the world.
Man may […] be master of his fate, but he has a precious poor servant. It is easier to command a lapdog or a mule for a whole day than one's own fate for half-an-hour.
And what is there else but pleasure, and to what else does beauty move on?
[A]lways keep a-hold of NurseFor fear of finding something worse
Physicians of the Utmost Fame"There is no Cure for this Disease."
Oh, my friends, be warned by me,Are all the Human Frame requires.
Matilda told such Dreadful Lies,The effort very nearly killed her.
Of courtesy it is much lessThat the Grace of God is in courtesy.
From quiet homes and first beginning,But laughter and the love of friends.
The tender Evenlode that makesForgotten in the western wolds.
Child! Do not throw this book about;Preserve it as your chiefest treasure.
I said to Heart, "How goes it?" Heart replied:"Right as a Ribstone Pippin!" But it lied.
[N]othing is worthwhile on this unhappy earth except the fulfilment of a man's desire.
When friendship disappears then there is a space left open to that awful loneliness of the outside which is like the cold of space between the planets. It is an air in which men perish utterly. Absolute dereliction is the death of the soul.
Now the Faith is old and the Devil is bold,But especially barley brew!
Then he added, as men will who are of infinite imagination and crammed with desires, 'My wants are few.'
May all good fellows that here agreeNoël! Noël!
I recognised that I was (and I confessed) in that attitude of the mind wherein men admit mortality; something had already passed from me—I mean that fresh and vigorous morning of the eyes wherein the beauty of this land had been reflected as in a tiny mirror of burnished silver. Youth was gone out apart; it was loved and regretted, and therefore no longer possessed.
I put my pencil upon the paper, doubtfully, and drew little lines, considering my theme. But I would not long hesitate in this manner, for I knew that all creation must be chaos first, and then gestures in the void before it can cast out the completed thing.
The Economic definition of Wealth is subtle and diflicult to appreciate, but it is absolutely essential to our study to get it clear at the outset and keep it firmly in mind.
It is this worth, that is, this ability to get other wealth in exchange, which constitutes true Economic Wealth.
Wealth, for the purposes of economic study, is confined to those values attaching to material objects through the action of man, which values can be exchanged /or other values.
The Science of Economics does not deal with true happiness nor even with well-being in material things. It deals with a strictly limited field of what is called "Economic Wealth," and if it goes outside its own boundaries it goes wrong.
You shall receive me when the clouds are highAnd this is that in which I mean to die.
When I am dead, I hope it may be said:'His sins were scarlet, But his books were read'.
Of three in One and One in threeAnd all at once were Juliet.
Here richly, with ridiculous display, I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged.
The accursed power which stands on Privilege(Which goes with Bridge, and Women and Champagne).
I have noticed that this kind of fanatic, like every other kind, is in two species: the species which too clearly thinks out its own insane theory, and the species which remains perfectly muddle-headed.
[P]rofessional politics is a trade in which the sly outweigh the wise.
It is in the irony of Providence that the more man comes to control the material world about him, the more does he lose control over the effects of his action; and it is when he is remaking the world most speedily that he knows least whither he is driving.
The object of a religion or a philosophy is not to make men wealthy or powerful, but to make them, in the last issue, happy: that is, to fulfil their being.
Even where the Faith is preserved men pursue wealth and power inordinately. Where the Faith is lost they pursue nothing else.
For the line of cleavage does not fall between the various groups, Catholic, Agnostic, Evangelical, or what not, but between the Catholic Church and all else. She is unique, and at issue with the world.
It is not insignificant that the Church, in the rare places and times when she had power to do so, did not compel the mind. During all that intense intellectual life of the thirteenth century instruction was by choice: endowed—so that the poorest could reach the highest inspiration, but at the choice of the individual or family will, to be taken or left.
All teaching is dogmatic. Dogma, indeed, means only "a thing taught," and teaching not dogmatic would cease to be teaching and would become discussion and doubt.
[I]n words lie the seeds of all dissension, and love at its most profound is silent.
Be content to remember that those who can make omelettes properly can do nothing else.
Any subject can be made interesting, and therefore any subject can be made boring.
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend,Awake, Ausonian Muse, and sing the vineyard song!
By thee do seers the inward light discern;By thee the statue lives, the Gods return.
When the ephemeral vision's lure is pastAll, all, must face their Passion at the last.
So touch my dying lip: so bridge that deep:Strong brother in God and last companion, Wine.
That I grow sour, who only lack delight;Diana of this world, do not believe.
Torture will give a dozen pence or moreTorture is positively paid to sing.
In soft deluding lies let fools delight.A shadow marks our days, which end in Night.
How slow the Shadow creeps: but when 'tis past,How fast the Shadows fall. How fast! How fast!
Loss and Possession, Death and Life are one.There falls no shadow where there shines no sun.
Pale Ebenezer thought it wrong to fight,But Roaring Bill (who killed him) thought it right.
Kings live in Palaces, and Pigs in sties,And youth in Expectation. Youth is wise.
The future always comes as a surprise, but political wisdom consists in attempting at least some partial judgment of what that surprise may be. And for my part I cannot but believe that a main unexpected thing of the future is the return of Islam.
Of all fatiguing, futile, empty trades, the worst, I suppose, is writing about writing.
Statistics are the triumph of the quantitative method, and the quantitative method is the victory of sterility and death.
All men have an instinct for conflict: at least, all healthy men.
The moment a man talks to his fellows he begins to lie.
When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.
