Hilaire Belloc

Loss and Possession, Death and Life are one.
There falls no shadow where there shines no sun.

The Devil, having nothing else to do Went off to tempt my Lady Poltagrue. My Lady, tempted by a private whim, To his extreme annoyance, tempted him.

How slow the shadow creeps: but when 'tis past How fast the shadows fall. How fast! How fast!

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.

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

Pale Ebenezer thought it wrong to fight, But Roaring Bill (who killed him) thought it right.

Statistics are the triumph of the quantitative method, and the quantitative method is the victory of sterility and death.

Matilda told such dreadful lies, It made one gasp and stretch one's eyes; Her aunt, who, from her earliest youth, Had kept a strict regard for truth, Attempted to believe Matilda: The effort very nearly killed her.

Child! do not throw this book about Refrain from the unholy pleasure Of cutting all the pictures out! Preserve it as your chiefest treasure.

When people call this beast to mind, They marvel more and more At such a little tail behind, So large a trunk before.