A society is in decay, final or transitional, when common sense really becomes uncommon.
Gilbert K. ChestertonIn the fairy tale, an incomprehensible happiness rests upon an incomprehensible condition. A box is opened and all evils fly out. A word is forgotten and cities perish. A lamp is lit and love flies away. An apple is eaten and the hope of God is gone.
Gilbert K. ChestertonAny one thinking of the Holy Child as born in December would mean by it exactly what we mean by it; that Christ is not merely a summer sun of the prosperous but a winter fire for the unfortunate.
Gilbert K. Chesterton