K. Chesterton
K. Chesterton
rose thorns crowns
A crown of roses is also a crown of thorns.
men may said
Whatever else may be said of man, this one thing is clear: He is not what he is capable of being.
dog gone appearance
Time and again, the Faith has to all appearances gone to the dogs. But each time, it was the dog that died.
believe tolerance virtue
Tolerance is the virtue of those who don't believe anything.
pain smell vivid
Virtue is not the absence of vices or the avoidance of moral dangers; virtue is a vivid and separate thing, like pain or a particular smell.
food people want
Gluttony is a great fault; but we do not necessarily dislike a glutton. We only dislike the glutton when he becomes a gourmet-that is, we only dislike him when he not only wants the best for himself, but knows what is best for other people.
inspirational inspirational-life adventure
Adventure is the champagne of life.
wall discipline catholic
Catholic doctrine and discipline may be walls; but they are the walls of a playground.
food offering three
Just the other day in the Underground I enjoyed the pleasure of offering my seat to three ladies.
inspiration grief joy
Marriage halves our griefs, doubles our joys, and quadruples our expenses
girl cutting garden
He walked by instinct along one white road, on which early birds hopped and sang, and found himself outside a fenced garden. There he saw the sister of Gregory, the girl with the gold-red hair, cutting lilac before breakfast, with the great unconscious gravity of a girl.
spring flower eye
Even in a minute instance, it is best to look first to the main tendencies of Nature. A particular flower may not be dead in early winter, but the flowers are dying; a particular pebble may never be wetted with the tide, but the tide is coming in. To the scientific eye all human history is a series of collective movements, destructions or migrations, like the massacre of flies in winter or the return of birds in spring.
soul damnation cases
All good writers express the state of their souls, even (as occurs in some cases of very good writers) if it is a state of damnation.
stars taken tired
Why do all the clerks and navvies in the railway trains look so sad and tired, so very sad and tired? I will tell you. It is because they know that the train is going right. It is because they know that whatever place they have taken a ticket for that place they will reach. It is because after they have passed Sloane Square they know that the next station must be Victoria, and nothing but Victoria. Oh, their wild rapture! oh, their eyes like stars and their souls again in Eden, if the next station were unaccountably Baker Street!