There must be some good in the life of battle, for so many good men have enjoyed being soldiers.

The madman is the man who has lost everything except his reason.

My brother, Cecil Edward Chesterton, was born when I was about five years old; and, after a brief pause, began to argue. He continued to argue to the end. I am glad to think that through all those years we never stopped arguing; and we never once quarreled. Perhaps the principal objection to a quarrel is that it interrupts an argument.

Fallacies do not cease to be fallacies because they become fashions.

I am going to hold a pistol to the head of the Modern Man. But I shall not use it to kill him–only to bring him to life.

There is a law written in the darkest of the Books of Life, and it is this: If you look at a thing nine hundred and ninety-nine times, you are perfectly safe; if you look at it the thousandth time, you are in frightful danger of seeing it for the first time.

Stick to the man who looks out of the window and tries to understand the world. Keep clear of the man who looks in at the window and tries to understand you.