K. Chesterton
K. Chesterton
dream luck way
Excuse me if I enjoy myself rather obviously! I don't often have the luck to have a dream like this. It is new to me for a nightmare to lead me to a lobster. It is commonly the other way.
book reading simple
People wonder why the novel is the most popular form of literature; people wonder why it is read more than books of science or books of metaphysics. The reason is very simple; it is merely that the novel is more true than they are.
imagination strange function
The function of the imagination is not to make strange things settled, so much as to make settled things strange.
differences listening hearing
There's a lot of difference between listening and hearing.
inspirational inspiring peace
Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly.
looks interviews facts
It is one thing to describe an interview with a gorgon or a griffin, a creature who does not exist. It is another thing to discover that the rhinoceros does exist and then take pleasure in the fact that he looks as if he didn't.
two people dogma
In truth, there are only two kinds of people; those who accept dogma and know it, and those who accept dogma and don't know it.
love children justice
For children are innocent and love justice, while most of us are wicked and naturally prefer mercy.
progress doctrine needs
If we are bound to improve, we need not trouble to improve. The pure doctrine of progress is the best of all reasons for not being a progressive.
dark devil idiot
Suppose, my dear Chadd, suppose it is we who are the idiots because we are not afraid of devils in the dark?
clever insult said
It seems to me,' said the other, 'That you are simply seeking a pretext to insult the Marquis.' By George!' said Syme facing round and looking at him, 'What a clever chap you are!
home might turnips
If you'd take your head home and boil it for a turnip it might be useful. I can't say. But it might.
believe practice baths
I believe your own accent is inimitable, though I shall practice it in my bath.
love-is lasts blind
Love is not blind; that is the last thing that it is. Love is bound; and the more it is bound the less it is blind.