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