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
The microbe is so very small: You cannot take him out at all. – Hilaire Belloc
Loss and possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun. – 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