Loss and possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun. – 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
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
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