Gilbert Keith Chesterton

(29 May 1874 – 14 June 1936 / London, England)

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  • ''Art consists of limitation.... The most beautiful part of every picture is the frame.''
    Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936), British author. "The Toy Theatre," Tremendous Trifles (1909).
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  • ''Chastity does not mean abstention from sexual wrong; it means something flaming, like Joan of Arc.''
    Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936), British author. "A Piece of Chalk," Tremendous Trifles (1909).
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  • ''White ... is not a mere absence of colour; it is a shining and affirmative thing, as fierce as red, as definite as black.... God paints in many colours; but He never paints so gorgeously, I had almost said so gaudily, as when He paints in white.''
    Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936), British author. "A Piece of Chalk," Tremendous Trifles (1909).
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  • ''The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one's own country as a foreign land.''
    Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936), British author. Tremendous Trifles, "The Riddle of the Ivy," (1909).
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  • ''An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.''
    Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936), British author. All Things Considered, "On Running After One's Hat," (1908).
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Best Poem of Gilbert Keith Chesterton

The Last Hero

The wind blew out from Bergen from the dawning to the day,
There was a wreck of trees and fall of towers a score of miles away,
And drifted like a livid leaf I go before its tide,
Spewed out of house and stable, beggared of flag and bride.
The heavens are bowed about my head, shouting like seraph wars,
With rains that might put out the sun and clean the sky of stars,
Rains like the fall of ruined seas from secret worlds above,
The roaring of the rains of God none but the lonely love.
Feast in my hall, O foemen, and eat and drink and drain,
You never loved the sun in...

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The New Freethinker

John Grubby who was short and stout
And troubled with religious doubt,
Refused about the age of three
To sit upon the curate's knee;
(For so the eternal strife must rage
Between the spirit of the age
And Dogma, which, as is well known,
Does simply hate to be outgrown).
Grubby, the young idea that shoots,

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