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Gilbert K. Chesterton Quotes

People generally quarrel because they cannot argue.


The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist see what he has come to see.


All architecture is great architecture after sunset; perhaps architecture is really a nocturnal art, like the art of fireworks.


To be clever enough to get all the money, one must be stupid enough to want it.


Journalism is popular, but it is popular mainly as fiction. Life is one world, and life seen in the newspapers another.


But there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen before we go to Paradise by way of Kensal Green.


We call a man a bigot or a slave of dogma because he is a thinker who has thought thoroughly and to a definite end.


Science in the modern world has many uses; its chief use, however, is to provide long words to cover the errors of the rich.


The fatal metaphor of progress, which means leaving things behind us, has utterly obscured the real idea of growth, which means leaving things inside us.


Among the very rich you will never find a really generous man, even by accident. They may give their money away, but they will never give themselves away; they are egoistic, secretive, dry as old bones. To be smart enough to get all that money you must be dull enough to want it.


One of the great disadvantages of hurry is that it takes such a long time.


People accuse journalism of being too personal; but to me it has always seemed far too impersonal. It is charged with tearing away the veils from private life; but it seems to me to be always dropping diaphanous but blinding veils between men and men. The Yellow Press is abused for exposing facts which are private; I wish the Yellow Press did anything so valuable. It is exactly the decisive individual touches that it never gives; and a proof of this is that after one has met a man a million times in the newspapers it is always a complete shock and reversal to meet him in real life.


Your next-door neighbor is not a man; he is an environment. He is the barking of a dog; he is the noise of a piano; he is a dispute about a party wall; he is drains that are worse than yours, or roses that are better than yours.


The artistic temperament is a disease that affects amateurs. Artists of a large and wholesome vitality get rid of their art easily, as they breathe easily or perspire easily. But in artists of less force, the thing becomes a pressure, and produces a definite pain, which is called the artistic temperament.


Ritual will always mean throwing away something: destroying our corn or wine upon the altar of our gods.