Maxioms by G. K. Chesterton
When Michelangelo finished the painting of the Sistine Chapel's ceiling, he spent the rest of his life trying to remove read more
When Michelangelo finished the painting of the Sistine Chapel's ceiling, he spent the rest of his life trying to remove the paint that had poured into his sleeve.
We say, not lightly but very literally, that the truth has made us free. They say that it makes us read more
We say, not lightly but very literally, that the truth has made us free. They say that it makes us so free that it cannot be the truth. To them it is like believing in fairyland to believe in such freedom as we enjoy. It is like believing in men with wings to entertain the fancy of men with wills. It is like accepting a fable about a squirrel in conversation with a mountain to believe in a man who is free to ask or a God who is free to answer. This is a manly and a rational negation, for which I for one shall always show respect. But I decline to show any respect for those who first of all clip the bird and cage the squirrel, rivet the chains and refuse the freedom, close all the doors of the cosmic prison on us with a clang of eternal iron, tell us that our emancipation is a dream and our dungeon a necessity; and then calmly turn round and tell us they have a freer thought and a more liberal theology.
There is a road from the eye to heart that does not go through the intellect.
There is a road from the eye to heart that does not go through the intellect.
[You reporters] should have printed what he meant, not what he said.
[You reporters] should have printed what he meant, not what he said.
If you are afraid of loneliness, don't marry.
If you are afraid of loneliness, don't marry.
