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Write as the wind blows and command all words like an army!
The Path to Rome (1902)
From quiet homes and first beginning,
Out to the undiscovered ends,
There's nothing worth the wear of winning,
But laughter and the love of friends.
Verses (1910)
Then he added, as men will who are of infinite imagination and crammed with desires, 'My wants are few.'
The Four Men: A Farrago (1911)
Even where the Faith is preserved men pursue wealth and power inordinately. Where the Faith is lost they pursue nothing else.
Survivals and New Arrivals: The Old and New Enemies of the Catholic Church (1929)
All teaching is dogmatic. Dogma, indeed, means only "a thing taught," and teaching not dogmatic would cease to be teaching and would become discussion and doubt.
Survivals and New Arrivals: The Old and New Enemies of the Catholic Church (1929)
It is this worth, that is, this ability to get other wealth in exchange, which constitutes true Economic Wealth.
Economics for Helen (1924)
Death […] people nowadays seem to regard as something odd, whereas it is well known to be the commonest thing in the world.
The Path to Rome (1902)
And what is there else but pleasure, and to what else does beauty move on?
The Path to Rome (1902)
But as we laugh we are watched by large and awful faces from beyond: and on these faces there is no smile.
This and That and the Other (1912)
It is the best of all trades, to make songs, and the second best to sing them.
In soft deluding lies let fools delight.
A shadow marks our days, which end in Night.
Sonnets and Verse (1938)
I have wandered all my life, and I have also traveled; the difference between the two being this, that we wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment.
Lifetime Speaker's Encyclopedia (1962)
Be content to remember that those who can make omelettes properly can do nothing else.
A Conversation with a Cat, and Others (1931)
Statistics are the triumph of the quantitative method, and the quantitative method is the victory of sterility and death.
The Silence Of The Sea and Other Essays (1940)
Whatever happens, we have got
The Maxim gun, and they have not.
The Modern Traveller (1898)
I'm tired of Love; I'm still more tired of Rhyme.
But money gives me pleasure all the time.
By thee do seers the inward light discern;
By thee the statue lives, the Gods return.
An Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine (1932)
She was not really bad at heart,
But only rather rude and wild:
She was an aggravating child.
Cautionary Tales (1907)
Of all fatiguing, futile, empty trades, the worst, I suppose, is writing about writing.
The Silence Of The Sea and Other Essays (1940)
Dark eyes adventure bring; the blue serene
Do promise Paradise: and yours are green.