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I'm tired of love I'm still more tired of rhyme but money gives me pleasure all the time.

Hilaire Belloc

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Hilaire Belloc
Age: 82 †
Born: 1870
Born: July 27
Died: 1953
Died: July 16
Historian
Journalist
Poet
Politician
Writer
La Celle-les-Bruyères
Hilaire Pierre Belloc
Joseph Hilaire Pierre René Belloc
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Giving
Rhyming
Time
Rhyme
Love
Tired
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Pleasure
Money

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Writing itself is a bad enough trade, rightly held up to ridicule and contempt by the greater part of mankind, and especially by those who do real work, plowing, riding, sailing
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Political freedom without economic freedom is almost worthless, and it is because the modern proletariat has the one kind of freedom without the other that its rebellion is now threatening the very structure of the modern world.
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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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Slowly but certainly the proletarian, by every political reform which secures his well-being under new rules of insurance, of State control in education, of State medicine and the rest, is developing into the slave, leaving the rich man apart and free. All industrial civilization is clearly moving towards the re-establishment of the Servile State.
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It is sometimes necessary to lie damnably in the interests of the nation.
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All men have an instinct for conflict: at least, all healthy men.
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Put you hand before your eyes and remember, you that have walked, the places from which you have walked away, and the wilderness into which you manfully turned the steps of your abandonment ... It is your business to leave all that you have know altogether behind you, and no man has eyes at the back of his head - go forward.
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If antiquity be the only test of nobility, then cheese is a very noble thing ... The lineage of cheese is demonstrably beyond all record.
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The choice lies between property on the one hand and slavery, public or private, on the other. There is no third issue.
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The accursed power which stands on privilege( and goes with women, champagne and bridge) Broke - and democracy resumed her reign ( which goes with bridge and women and champagne.
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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.'
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If any man gives you a wine you can't bear, don't say it is beastly... But don't say you like it. You are endangering your soul and the use of wine as well... Seek out some other wine good to your taste.
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The Rich arrived in pairs And also in Rolls Royces They talked of their affairs In loud and strident voices... The Poor arrived in Fords, Whose features they resembled They laughed to see so many Lords And Ladies all assembled. The People in Between Looked underdone and harassed, And our of place and mean, And Horribly embarrassed.
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It is therefore our business to restore economic freedom through the restoration of the only institution under which it flourishes, which institution is Property. The problem before us is, how to restore Property so that it shall be, as it was not so long ago, a general institution.
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I am a Catholic. As far as possible, I go to Mass every day. This is a rosary. As far as possible, I kneel down and tell these beads every day. If you reject me on account of my religion, I shall thank God that He has spared me the indignity of being your representative.
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[A]lways keep a-hold of Nurse For fear of finding something worse
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Statistics are the triumph of the quantitative method, and the quantitative method is the victory of sterility and death.
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The grace of God is courtesy.
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I said to Heart, How goes it? Heart replied: Right as a Ribstone Pippin! But it lied.
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That I grow sour, who only lack delight That I descend to sneer, who only grieve: That from my depth I should contemn your height That with my blame my mockery you receive Huntress and splendour of the woodland night, Diana of this world, do not believe.
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