Sublime

He is in the clean and well-lit prison of one idea: he is sharpened to one painful point.

He feels that nothing is perfect unless it is personal.

The command of Christ is impossible, but it is not insane; it is rather sanity preached to a planet of lunatics.

the fact that there is nothing so really practical and urgent as ideal philosophy.

He is much too practical to be precise.

he is a poet in this real sense, that he has realised the meaning of every function he has performed.

Gilbert Keith Chesterton—that Catholic equivalent of Hotei, the “laughing Buddha”—who, though neither a great poet nor a great theologian, had the sort of bewitched imagination from which great poetry and theology can be made. He shone as an essayist and fantast, and of all his many essays the most profound and provoking was “On Nonsense,” the

He was perfectly right, of course, when one comes to think of it, in holding that it was physically impossible for a street to defeat a city.