Just as there is nothing between the admirable omelet and the intolerable, so with autobiography. – Hilaire Belloc
I shoot the Hippopotamus
With bullets made of platinum,
Because if I use leaden ones
His hide is sure to flatten em. – Hilaire Belloc
When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read. – 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