Гилберт Кит Честертон

The human race, to which so many of my readers belong, has been playing at childrens games from the beginning, and will probably do it till the end, which is a nuisance for the few people who grow up. And one of the games to which it is most attached is called Keep to-morrow dark, and which is also named (by the rustics in Shropshire, I have no doubt) Cheat the Prophet. The players listen very carefully and respectfully to all that the clever men have to say about what is to happen in the next generation. The players then wait until all the clever men are dead, and bury them nicely. They then go and do something else. That is all. For a race of simple tastes, however, it is great fun.

Once upon a time there were two little boys who lived chiefly in the front garden, because their villa was a model one. The front garden was about the same size as the dinner table; it consisted of four strips of gravel, a square of turf with some mysterious pieces of cork standing up

Through all this ordeal his root horror had been isolation, and there are no words to express the abyss between isolation and having one ally. It may be conceded to the mathematicians that four is twice two. But two is not twice one; two is two thousand times one. That is why, in spite of a hundred disadvantages, the world will always return to monogamy.

Преступник – творец, сыщик – критик

края причала на людном пляже он встретился с маленьким коренастым священником в шляпе с широкими полями и с широкой улыбкой, который в тот момент прыгал по песку вместе со стайкой бедных детей, весело размахивая деревянной лопаткой. Когда священника-криминалиста, которого звали Браун, наконец удалось отделить от детей (хотя и не от лопатки), он показался Магглтону еще более подозрительным.

just a group of houses, there once walked a man

В средневековых зданиях есть такая исполинская ярость – на них отовсюду смотришь, как на круп бешено мчащейся лошади.