Quote by Hilaire Belloc
When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but

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

Other quotes by 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

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Books
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Loss and possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun. – Hilaire Belloc

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Death
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Is there no Latin word for Tea? Upon my soul, if I had known that I would have let the vulgar stuff alone. – Hilaire Belloc

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alone
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Other Quotes from
Hope
category

Everything that is done in the world is done by hope. – Martin Luther

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Hope

The climate, the economic situation, rising birth rates none of these things give me a lot of hope or reason to be optimistic. – David Attenborough

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Hope

We love a good, hyped sound, but when it starts to sound insincere, thats when I lose interest. I hope that our music, even if it sounds polished, doesnt sound insincere. – Nate Ruess

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Hope

A lot of presidential memoirs, they say, are dull and self-serving. I hope mine is interesting and self-serving. – William J. Clinton

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Hope

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Hope has a good memory, gratitude a bad one. – Baltasar Gracian

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Hope

A variety of national and international studies indicate that the broad-based deployment of information technology can have a substantial impact on our nations economic productivity and growth as well as the educational and social success of our citizens. – Tim Holden

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Success

The rain may be falling hard outside, But your smile makes it all alright. Im so gland that youre my friend. I know our friendship will never end. – Robert Alan

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smile

The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, chancy, and temperamental: it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust. – Elizabeth Bowen

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Memory