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G.K. Chesterton

G.K. Chesterton


Gilbert Keith Chesterton was one of the most influential English writers of the 20th century. His prolific and diverse output included journalism, philosophy, poetry, biography, Christian apologetics, fantasy and detective fiction.

Chesterton has been called the "prince of paradox". Time magazine, in a review of a biography of Chesterton, observed of his writing style: "Whenever possible Chesterton made his points with popular sayings, proverbs, allegories—first carefully turning them inside out.
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You have been the last dream of my soul.
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There are two ways to get enough. One is to continue to accumulate more and more. The other is to desire less.
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The Bible tells us to love our neighbors, and also to love our enemies; probably because generally they are the same people.
topics: enemies , love , neighbors  
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The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.
topics: friendship , joy , pain  
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It is a fair, even-handed, noble adjustment of things, that while there is infection in disease and sorrow, there is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humour.
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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
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The Christian ideal has not been tried and found wanting. It has been found difficult; and left untried.
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I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought; and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.
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Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, "Do it again"; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun; and every evening, "Do it again" to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.
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Love her, love her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces – and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper – love her, love her, love her!
topics: miss-havisham  
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I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul.
topics: dreams , finality , love , soul  
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In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong.
topics: cowardice , morality , pip  
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Do not be so open-minded that your brains fall out.
topics: gullibility  
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It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
topics: march , summer , sun , wind , winter  
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Out of my thoughts! You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since – on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made, are not more real, or more impossible to displace with your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Estella, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil. But, in this separation I associate you only with the good, and I will faithfully hold you to that always, for you must have done me far more good than harm, let me feel now what sharp distress I may. O God bless you, God forgive you!
topics: love  
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Procrastination is the thief of time, collar him.
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‎And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire.
topics: love , passion  
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There was a long hard time when I kept far from me the remembrance of what I had thrown away when I was quite ignorant of its worth.
topics: memory , regret  
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Run mad as often as you choose, but do not faint!
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It [feminism] is mixed up with a muddled idea that women are free when they serve their employers but slaves when they help their husbands.
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