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
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
Just as there is nothing between the admirable omelet and the intolerable, so with autobiography. – 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