Rivers Know This

"...there is no hurry. We shall get there some day."
This blog is the somewhat randomly compiled evidence of a Divinely imposed sabbatical.

Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. Virgil, if I remember right, refers to it several times, but with too much Roman restraint. He does not let himself go on cheese.

—G.K. Chesterton (via invisibleforeigner)

My contempt boils over into bad behaviour when I hear the common suggestion that a birth is avoided because people want to be “free” to go to the cinema or buy a gramophone or a loud-speaker…[A baby is] a much more beautiful, wonderful, amusing and astonishing thing than any of the stale stories or jingling jazz tunes turned out by the machines. When men no longer feel that he is so, they have lost the appreciation of primary things, and therefore all sense of proportion about the world. People who prefer the mechanical pleasures, to such a miracle, are jaded and enslaved.

—G.K. Chesterton (via apesoformythoughts)