We sit by and watch the barbarian. We tolerate him in the long stretches of peace, we are not afraid. — Hilaire Belloc
Is there no latin word for tea? upon my soul, if I had known that I would have let the vulgar stuff alone. — Hilaire Belloc
Loss and possession, death and life are one, there falls no shadow where there shines no sun. — Hilaire Belloc
Of all fatiguing, futile, empty trades, the worst, I suppose, is writing about writing. — Hilaire Belloc
I have wandered all my life, and I have also traveled; the difference between the two being this — Hilaire Belloc
I’m tired of love; I’m still more tired of rhyme; but money gives me pleasure all the time. — Hilaire Belloc
Be content to remember that those who can make omelettes properly can do nothing else. — Hilaire Belloc
Child! do not throw this book about; refrain from the unholy pleasure of cutting all the pictures out. — Hilaire Belloc
The llama is a woolly sort of fleecy hairy goat with an indolent expression and an undulating throat — Hilaire Belloc
When I am dead, I hope it may be said: ‘his sins were scarlet, but his books were read.’ — Hilaire Belloc
Just as there is nothing between the admirable omelette and the intolerable, so with autobiography. — Hilaire Belloc