Hilaire Belloc

And the men that were boys when I was a boy Shall sit and drink with me.

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.'

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.

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.

Loss and Possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun

"Oh, my friends, be warned by me, That breakfast, dinner, lunch and tea Are all the human frame requires . . . With that the wretched child expires.

A smell of burning fills the startled air - The Electrician is no longer there!