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Born in July 27, 1870 / Died in July 16, 1953 / France / English

Quotes by Hilaire Belloc

The microbe is so very small: You cannot take him out at all.
An institute run with such knavish imbecility that if it were not the work of God it would not last a fortnight.
Every major question in history is a religious question. It has more effect in molding life than nationalism or a common language.
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.
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.
Oh, my friends, be warned by me, That breakfast, dinner, lunch and tea, Are all human frame requires.
Any subject can be made interesting, and therefore any subject can be made boring.
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.
Be at the pains of putting down every single item of expenditure whatsoever every day which could possibly be twisted into a professional expense and remember to lump in all the doubtfulls.
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.
I shoot the Hippopotamus with bullets made of platinum, because if I use the leaden one his hide is sure to flatten em.
We wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment.
The grace of God is courtesy.
The Llama is a woolly sort of fleecy hairy goat, with an indolent expression and an undulating throat; like an unsuccessful literary man.
Pale Ebenezer thought it wrong to fight, but Roaring Bill (who killed him) thought it right.
When I am dead, I hope it is said, 'His sins were scarlet, but his books were read'.
All men have an instinct for conflict: at least, all healthy men.
The moment a man talks to his fellows he begins to lie.
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.
Child! Do not throw this book about; refrain from the unholy pleasure of cutting all the pictures out.
Oh! let us never, never doubt what nobody is sure about!
I said to Heart, 'How goes it?' Heart replied: 'Right as a Ribstone Pippin!'
Loss and possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun.