The moment a man talks to his fellows he begins to lie. – Hilaire Belloc
Im tired of love Im still more tired of rhyme but money gives me pleasure all the time. – Hilaire Belloc

The moment a man talks to his fellows he begins to lie. – Hilaire Belloc
Im tired of love Im still more tired of rhyme but money gives me pleasure all the time. – Hilaire Belloc
When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read. – Hilaire Belloc
Loss and possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun. – Hilaire Belloc