I shoot the Hippopotamus With bullets made of platinum, Because if I use leaden ones His hide is sure to flatten em. – Hilaire Belloc
Child! Do not throw this book about; Refrain from the unholy pleasure Of cutting all the pictures out! Preserve it as your chiefest treasure. – Hilaire Belloc
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 doubtfuls. – Hilaire Belloc
I shoot the Hippopotamus with bullets made of platinum, because if I use the leaden one his hide is sure to flatten em. – Hilaire Belloc
To walk because it is good for you warps the sould, just as it warps the soul for a man to talk for hire or because he think it his duty. – Hilaire Belloc
It is the best of all trades, to make songs, and the second best to sing them. – Hilaire Belloc
I have wandered all my life, and I have traveled; the difference between the two is this — we wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment. – Hilaire Belloc
Matilda told such dreadful lies, It made one gasp and stretch ones eyes; Her aunt, who from her earliest youth, Had kept a strict regard for truth, Attempted to believe Matilda: The effort very nearly killed her. – Hilaire Belloc
It is sometimes necessary to lie damnably in the interests of the nation. – Hilaire Belloc
The microbe is so very small: You cannot take him out at all. – Hilaire Belloc
Just as there is nothing between the admirable omelet and the intolerable, so with autobiography. – Hilaire Belloc
The moment a man talks to his fellows he begins to lie. – Hilaire Belloc
Im tired of love Im still more tired of rhyme but money gives me pleasure all the time. – 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
All men have an instinct for conflict: at least, all healthy men. – Hilaire Belloc
When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read. – 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
Loss and possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun. – Hilaire Belloc
Is there no Latin word for Tea? Upon my soul, if I had known that I would have let the vulgar stuff alone. – Hilaire Belloc
We wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment. – Hilaire Belloc
