Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc
Joseph Hilaire Pierre René Bellocwas an Anglo-French writer and historian. He was one of the most prolific writers in England during the early twentieth century. He was known as a writer, orator, poet, sailor, satirist, man of letters, soldier and political activist. His Catholic faith had a strong impact on his works. He was President of the Oxford Union and later MP for Salford from 1906 to 1910. He was a noted disputant, with a number of long-running feuds, but...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth27 July 1870
Hilaire Belloc quotes about
cat humans
You are my cat, and I am your human.
years grandparent giving
Dear Grandmamma, with what we give. We humbly pray that you may live. For many, many happy years: Although you bore us all to tears.
liberty comfort increase
Never could an increase of comfort or security be a sufficient good to be bought at the price of liberty.
army fighting bills
Pale Ebenezer thought it wrong to fight. But roaring Bill, who killed him, thought it right.
girl wine names
I forget the name of the place; I forget the name of the girl; but the wine was Chambertin.
love life friendship
From quiet homes and first beginning, out to the undiscovered ends, there's nothing worth the wear of winning, but laughter and the love of friends.
religious common language
Every major question in history is a religious question. It has more effect in molding life than nationalism or a common language.
running lasts fortnight
An institute run with such knavish imbecility that if it were not the work of God it would not last a fortnight.
catholic church remember
When one remembers how the Catholic Church has been governed, and by whom, one realizes that it must have been divinely inspired to have survived at all.
engineering iron paris
It seems to be saying perpetually; 'I am the end of the nineteenth century; I am glad they built me of iron; let me rust.' ... It is like a passing fool in a crowd of the University, a buffoon in the hall; for all the things in Paris has made, it alone has neither wits nor soul.
disease physicians fame
Physicians of the utmost fame, Were called at once; but when they came They answered, as they took their fees, 'There is no Cure for this Disease.'
writing empty worst
Of all fatiguing, futile, empty trades, the worst, I suppose, is writing about writing.
self denial essentials
[Heresy is] the dislocation of a complete and self-supporting scheme by the introduction of a novel denial of some essential part therein.
humorous doubt scientist
But scientists, who ought to know Assure us that it must be so. Oh, let us never, never doubt What nobody is sure about.