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

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