Of all fatiguing, futile, empty trades, the worst, I suppose, is writing about writing.
Hilaire BellocI have wandered all my life, and I have also traveled; the difference between the two being this, that we wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment.
Hilaire BellocDear Grandmamma, with what we give. We humbly pray that you may live. For many, many happy years: Although you bore us all to tears.
Hilaire BellocMatilda told such dreadful lies, It made one gasp and stretch one's eyes Her aunt, who, from her earliest youth, Had kept a strict regard for truth, Attempted to believe Matilda The effort very nearly killed her.
Hilaire Belloc