Lots of dry words and outdated opinions. It gets a big thumbs down from me.
Lots of dry words and outdated opinions. It gets a big thumbs down from me.
Un libro que te llevará a considerar lo que ordinariamente nadie considera o no quiere considerar.
The man who kills a man kills a man.
The man who kills himself kills all men.
As far as he is concerned, he wipes out the world.
Art, like morality, consists of drawing the line somewhere.
Chesterton is a brilliant, witty, and thoughtful writer. This was a lovely read, and very insightful.
"Men did not love Rome because she was great. She was great because they had loved her."
Reading through slowly and loving Chesterton's wit. A realist and a satirical poet in prose form. Lovely to read.
"We have all forgotten our names. We have all forgotten what we really are. All that we call common sense and rationality and practicality and positivism only means that for certain dead levels of our life we forgot that we have forgotten. All that we call spirit and art and ecstasy only means that for one awful instant we remember that we forget."
...but this is the real objection to that torrent of modern talk about treating crime as disease, about making prison merely a hygienic environment like a hospital, of healing sin by slow scientific methods. The fallacy of the whole thing is that evil is a matter of active choice whereas disease is not.
Humility was largely meant as a restraint upon the arrogance and infinity of the appetite of man. He was always outstripping his mercies with his own newly invented needs. His very power of enjoyment destroyed half his joys. By asking for pleasure, he lost the chief pleasure; for the chief pleasure is surprise. Hence is it became evident that if a man would make his world large, he must be always making himself small.