3 December 2020 Hilaire Belloc Loss and possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun.
3 December 2020 Hilaire Belloc Is there no Latin word for Tea? Upon my soul, if I had known that I would have let the vulgar stuff alone.
3 December 2020 Hilaire Belloc When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.
3 December 2020 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.
3 December 2020 Hilaire Belloc I’m tired of love I’m still more tired of rhyme but money gives me pleasure all the time.
3 December 2020 Hilaire Belloc I have wandered all my life, and I have also traveled the difference between the two being this, that we wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment.
