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 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
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