Maxioms by Gilbert K. Chesterton
O God of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry; Our earthly rulers falter, Our people read more
O God of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry; Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die; The walls of gold entomb us, The swords of scorn divide; Take not Thy thunder from us, But take away our pride. From all that terror teaches, From lies of tongue and pen; From all the easy speeches That comfort cruel men; From sale and profanation Of honor and the sword; From sleep and from damnation, Deliver us, good Lord! Tie in a living tether The prince and priest and thrall; Bind all our lives together, Smite us and save us all; In ire and exultation Aflame with faith, and free, Lift up a living nation, A single sword to Thee.
A man can never quite understand a boy, even when he has been a boy.
A man can never quite understand a boy, even when he has been a boy.
The present condition of fame is merely fashion.
The present condition of fame is merely fashion.
Tradition does not mean that the living are dead, but that the dead are living.
Tradition does not mean that the living are dead, but that the dead are living.
One sees great things from the valley; only small things from the peak.
One sees great things from the valley; only small things from the peak.
