K. Chesterton
K. Chesterton
pride men political
The diseased pride [of artistic individualists] was not even conscious of a public interest, and would have found all political terms utterly tasteless and insignificant. It was no longer a question of one man one vote, but of one man one universe.
romance insecurity strange
Romance is the combination of something that is strange with something that is secure.
powerful passion men
Powerful men who have powerful passions use much of their strength in forging chains for themselves.
simplicity world modern
The modern world... has no notion except that of simplifying something by destroying nearly everything.
men boys never-quit
A man can never quite understand a boy, even when he has been a boy.
men becoming mass
The Mass is not only about God becoming man, it is about Man becoming more himself.
mistake ideas nine
Nine out of ten of what we call new ideas are simply old mistakes.
sea dust humanity
I have investigated the dust-heaps of humanity, and found a treasure in all of them. I have found that humanity is not incidentally engaged, but eternally and systematically engaged, in throwing gold into the gutter and diamonds into the sea.
life lying waiting
Life is not an illogicality; yet it is a trap for logicians. It looks just a little more mathematical and regular than it is; its exactitude is obvious, but its inexactitude is hidden; its wildness lies in wait.
men mythology myth
He who has no sympathy with myths has no sympathy with men
loyalty suicide men
Not only is suicide a sin, it is the sin. It is the ultimate and absolute evil, the refusal to take an interest in existence; the refusal to take the oath of loyalty to life. The man who kills a man, kills a man. The man who kills himself, kills all men. As far as he is concerned he wipes out the world.
saws
Marriage is a sort of poetical see-saw.
spiritual eye men
It is a strange thing that many truly spiritual men, such as General Gordon, have actually spent some hours in speculating upon the precise location of the Garden of Eden. Most probably we are in Eden still. It is only our eyes that have changed.
brute mere sort
The mere brute pleasure of reading the sort of pleasure a cow must have in grazing.