Gilbert Keith Chesterton

When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was read more

When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things.

You can never have a revolution in order to establish a
democracy. You must have a democracy in order read more

You can never have a revolution in order to establish a
democracy. You must have a democracy in order to have a
revolution.

The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.

The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.

I realized that ritual will always mean throwing away something;
Destroying our corn or wine upon the altar of read more

I realized that ritual will always mean throwing away something;
Destroying our corn or wine upon the altar of our gods.

At the bottom of all the tributes paid to democracy is the little
man, walking into the little booth, read more

At the bottom of all the tributes paid to democracy is the little
man, walking into the little booth, with a little pencil, making
a little cross on a little bit of paper. . . .