The vulgar man is always the most distinguished, for the very desire to be distinguished is vulgar.

No sane person, I hope, would accuse me of saying that every Distributist must drink beer; especially if he could brew his own cider or found claret better for his health. But I do most emphatically scorn and scout the vulgar refinement that regards beer as something unseemly and humiliating. And I would shout the name of beer a hundred times a day, to shock all the snobs who have so shameful a sense of shame.

Plato was right, but not quite right.

Properly speaking, of course, there is no such thing as a return to nature, because there is no such thing as a departure from it. The phrase reminds one of the slightly intoxicated gentleman who gets up in his own dining room and declares firmly that he must be getting home.

Men reform a thing by removing the reality from it, and then do not know what to do with the unreality that is left.

Chastity does not mean abstention from sexual wrong; it means something flaming, like Joan of Arc.

Life exists for the love of music or beautiful things.