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
When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read. – 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
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