Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. – G.K. Chesterton
In a world flagrant with the failures of civilization, what is there particularly immortal about our own? – G.K. Chesterton

Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. – G.K. Chesterton
In a world flagrant with the failures of civilization, what is there particularly immortal about our own? – G.K. Chesterton
I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder. – G.K. Chesterton
Art, like morality, consists in drawing the line somewhere. – G.K. Chesterton