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
It is the best of all trades, to make songs, and the second best to sing them. – Hilaire Belloc
Just as there is nothing between the admirable omelet and the intolerable, so with autobiography. – 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
There is a drop of blood in the snow before me…. The coyote… is in estrus…. spurred to let out a bit of herself, sending a message, telling everyone she was now ready, that the clock of her winter was ticking toward spring. – Craig Childs, The Animal Dialogues: Uncommon Encounters in the Wild