The Path to Rome Quotes

“Write as the wind blows and command all words like an army!”
― Hilaire Belloc, The Path to Rome

“For I know that we laughers have a gross cousinship with the most high, and it is this contrast and perpetual quarrel which feeds a spring of merriment in the soul of a sane man.”
― Hilaire Belloc, The Path to Rome

“For one's native place is the shell of one's soul, and one's church is the kernel of that nut.”
― Hilaire Belloc, The Path to Rome

“los bárbaros construyen sus casas separadas, y los hombres civilizados, juntas.”
― Hilaire Belloc, El camino de Roma

“… that exasperating quality for which we have no name, which certainly is not accuracy, and which is quite the opposite of judgement, yet which catches the mind as brambles do our clothes.”
― Hilaire Belloc, The Path to Rome

“economics are but an expression of the mind and do not (as the poor blind slaves of the great cities think) mould the mind.”
― Hilaire Belloc, The Path to Rome

“But there is some influence in vows or plans that escapes our power of rejudgement. All false calculations must be paid for, and I found, as you will see, that having said I would sleep in the open, I had to keep to it in spite of all my second thoughts.”
― Hilaire Belloc, The Path to Rome

“Let us suffer absurdities, for that is only to suffer one another.”
― Hilaire Belloc, The Path to Rome

“Write as the wind blows and command all words like an army! See them how they stand in rank ready for assault, the jolly, swaggering fellows!”
― Hilaire Belloc, The Path to Rome

“Ha de saberse que si se cede a una tentación, muy luego se presenta como el rayo la oportunidad de incurrir en ella.”
― Hilaire Belloc, El camino de Roma

“¿Por qué el desayuno difiere de las demás cosas, hasta el punto de que los griegos lo llamaron lo mejor del mundo?”
― Hilaire Belloc, El camino de Roma

“There is always something more to be said, and it is always so difficult to turn up the splice neatly at the edges.”
― Belloc, The Path to Rome

“I will tell you this much; it is the moment (not the year or the month, mind you, nor even the hour, but the very second) when a man is grown up, when he sees things as they are (that is, backwards), and feels solidly himself. Do I make myself clear? No matter, it is the Shock of Maturity, and that must suffice for you.”
― Belloc, The Path to Rome

“For he mixes up unanswerable things with false conclusions, he is perpetually letting the cat out of the bag and exposing our tricks, putting a colour to our actions, disturbing us with our own memory, indecently revealing corners of the soul.”
― Belloc, The Path to Rome

“You who go in railways are necessarily shut up in long valleys and even sometimes by the wall of earth. Even those who bicycle or drive see these sights but rarely and with consecution, since roads also avoid climbing save where they are forced to it, as over certain passes. It is only by following the straight line onwards that anyone can pass from ridge to ridge and have this full picture of the way he has been.”
― Hilaire Belloc, The Path to Rome

“I sat down on a bridge, and wondered; I saw before me hundreds upon hundreds of miles, painful and exhausted, and I asked heaven if this was necessary to a pilgrimage.”
― Hilaire Belloc, The Path to Rome