Quote #11

Write as the wind blows and command all words like an army!

More from Hilaire Belloc

  1. In soft deluding lies let fools delight. A shadow marks our days, which end in Night.
  2. All men have an instinct for conflict: at least, all healthy men.
  3. May all my enemies go to hell, Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel.
  4. Statistics are the triumph of the quantitative method, and the quantitative method is the victory of sterility and death.
  5. Here richly, with ridiculous display, The Politician's corpse was laid away. While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged I wept: for …
  6. The moment a man talks to his fellows he begins to lie.
  7. Of courtesy it is much less Than courage of heart or holiness Yet in my walks it seems to me That the Grace of God is in courtesy.
  8. The Microbe is so very small You cannot make him out at all, But many sanguine people hope To see him through a microscope.

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