There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect. – G.K. Chesterton
There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect. – G.K. Chesterton
There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect. – G.K. Chesterton
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 forget 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. – G.K. Chesterton
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 forget 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. – G.K. Chesterton
It [feminism] is mixed up with a muddled idea that women are free when they serve their employers but slaves when they help their husbands. – G.K. Chesterton
It [feminism] is mixed up with a muddled idea that women are free when they serve their employers but slaves when they help their husbands. – G.K. Chesterton
It [feminism] is mixed up with a muddled idea that women are free when they serve their employers but slaves when they help their husbands. – G.K. Chesterton
It [feminism] is mixed up with a muddled idea that women are free when they serve their employers but slaves when they help their husbands. – G.K. Chesterton
It [feminism] is mixed up with a muddled idea that women are free when they serve their employers but slaves when they help their husbands. – G.K. Chesterton
It [feminism] is mixed up with a muddled idea that women are free when they serve their employers but slaves when they help their husbands. – G.K. Chesterton
It [feminism] is mixed up with a muddled idea that women are free when they serve their employers but slaves when they help their husbands. – G.K. Chesterton