217 ordspråk av G. K. Chesterton
G. K. Chesterton
Happiness is a mystery like religion, and it should never be rationalized.
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Happy is he who still loves something he loved in the nursery: He has not been broken in two by time; he is not two men, but one, and he has saved not only his soul but his life.
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Hardy went down to botanize in the swamp, while Meredith climbed towards the sun. Meredith became, at his best, a sort of daintily dressed Walt Whitman: Hardy became a sort of village atheist brooding and blaspheming over the village idiot.
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He could not think up to the height of his own towering style.
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He crams with cans of poisoned meat / The subjects of the King, / And when they die by thousands / Why, he laughs like anything.
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His English education at one of the great public schools had preserved his intellect perfectly and permanently at the stage of boyhood.
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How beautiful it would be for someone who could not read.
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How you think when you lose determines how long it will be until you win.
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I believe in getting into hot water - it helps keep you clean.
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I believe in getting into hot water. I think it keeps you clean.
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I came to the conclusion that the optimist thought everything good except the pessimist, and that the pessimist thought everything bad, except himself.
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I do not believe in a fate that falls on men however they act; but I do believe in a fate that falls on them unless they act.
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I owe my success to having listened respectfully to the very best advice, and then going away and doing the exact opposite.
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I regard golf as an expensive way of playing marbles.
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I rose politely in the club / And said, `I feel a little bored; / Will someone take me to a pub?'
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