When men choose not to believe in God, they do not thereafter believe in nothing, they then become capable of believing in anything.
G. K. CHESTERTONWhen men choose not to believe in God, they do not thereafter believe in nothing, they then become capable of believing in anything.
G. K. CHESTERTONThe real great man is the man who makes every man feel great.
G. K. CHESTERTONThe poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.
G. K. CHESTERTONWe are all in the same boat, in a stormy sea, and we owe each other a terrible loyalty.
G. K. CHESTERTONArt, like morality, consists in drawing the line somewhere.
G. K. CHESTERTONMarriage halves our griefs, doubles our joys, and quadruples our expenses.
G. K. CHESTERTONThere are no uninteresting things, only uninterested people.
G. K. CHESTERTONWe make our friends; we make our enemies; but God makes our next door neighbour.
G. K. CHESTERTONThe one perfectly divine thing, the one glimpse of God’s paradise given on earth, is to fight a losing battle – and not lose it.
G. K. CHESTERTONWhen people begin to ignore human dignity, it will not be long before they begin to ignore human rights.
G. K. CHESTERTONThe essence of all pantheism, evolutionism, and modern cosmic religion is really this proposition: that nature is our mother. Unfortunately, if you regard Nature as a mother, you discover she is a step-mother.
G. K. CHESTERTONJesus promised his disciples three things—that they would be completely fearless, absurdly happy, and in constant trouble.
G. K. CHESTERTONThe thing I hate about an argument is that it always interrupts a discussion.
G. K. CHESTERTONLying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a colored pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling.
G. K. CHESTERTONWhen belief in God becomes difficult, the tendency is to turn away from Him; but in heaven’s name to what?
G. K. CHESTERTONTo love means loving the unlovable. To forgive means pardoning the unpardonable. Faith means believing the unbelievable. Hope means hoping when everything seems hopeless.
G. K. CHESTERTON