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An institute run with such knavish imbecility that if it were not the work of God it would not last a fortnight.

Hilaire Belloc

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Hilaire Belloc
Age: 82 †
Born: 1870
Born: July 27
Died: 1953
Died: July 16
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La Celle-les-Bruyères
Hilaire Pierre Belloc
Joseph Hilaire Pierre René Belloc
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[Heresy is] the dislocation of a complete and self-supporting scheme by the introduction of a novel denial of some essential part therein.
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There is no one who has cooked but has discovered that each particular dish depends for its rightness upon some little point which he is never told. It is not only so of cooking: it is so of splicing a rope of painting a surface of wood of mixing mortar of almost anything you like to name among the immemorial human arts.
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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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Oh, you should never, never doubt what nobody is sure about.
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I put my pencil upon the paper, doubtfully, and drew little lines, considering my theme. But I would not long hesitate in this manner, for I knew that all creation must be chaos first, and then gestures in the void before it can cast out the completed thing.
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But if I be asked what sign we may look for to show that the advance of the faith is at hand I would answer by a word the modern world has forgotten: Persecution. When that shall once more be at work it will be morning.
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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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Ownership is not a general feature of our society, determining its character. On the contrary, dependence on a precarious wage at the will of others is the general feature of our society.
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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.
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The term Socialism becomes a common label for the various theories of attack upon the principle of property, the various policies of communal control at the expense of the family and individual freedom.
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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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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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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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[A]lways keep a-hold of Nurse For fear of finding something worse
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In soft deluding lies let fools delight. A shadow marks our days, which end in Night.
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If we do not restore the Institution of Property we cannot escape restoring the Institution of Slavery there is no third course.
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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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Write as the wind blows and command all words like an army!
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The control of the production of wealth is the control of human life itself.
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How slow the shadow creeps: but when 'tis past How fast the shadows fall. How fast! How fast!
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