The G. K. Chesterton Collection [50 Books]

The mediaeval spirit loves its part in life as a part, not a whole; its charter for it came from something else.

It is hard to see how anybody can call Wycliffe a Protestant unless he calls Palagius or Arius a Protestant;

A discovery is an incurable disease;

The “No Popery” force became the crowd if it never became the people. It was, perhaps, increasingly an urban crowd, and was subject to those epidemics of detailed delusion with which sensational journalism plays on the urban crowds of to–day.

It is, indeed, in the clash of circumstances that men are most alive.

there are beautiful leaves and flowers, but there is no fruit. There are leaves of learning enough to fill a library; there are flowers of rhetoric enough to last a session. They are all about a picture: and there is no picture.

And it amuses me to notice that the very Agnostics who still quote Galileo’s phrase about the earth, “And yet it moves!” are the very people who talk as if truth could be different from age to age—as

Gigantic industry, abysmal knowledge, are needed for the discovery of the tiny things—the things that seem hardly worth the trouble.

But modern tolerance is deafer than intolerance.

it all came back to the same comfortable condition as before, which is one of blank and disinterested nescience. It is a condition I am in with regard to a large number of things in this world.