Hillaire Quotes & Sayings

It was the time of year, the time of day, for a small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things. Dusk, silence, iron chill. Something lonely in the bone. — Don DeLillo

Hebrew is the most wonderful of languages, a language of a thousand antonyms, hard and strong as steel, while soft and gleaming as gold. — Ze'ev Jabotinsky

There is but one cause of human failure. And that is man's lack of faith in his true Self. — William James

I understand what something short should be like. I understand beauty in that form. If I start extending, somehow I kind of lose my bearings. — George Saunders

Come to the beach with me
And watch the pelicans die,
Hear their feeble screams
Calling to an empty sky
Where once they played
And scouted for food,
Not scavenging like the gulls
But plummeting unafraid
Into friendly waters.

Come to the beach with me
And watch the pelicans die,
Listen to their feeble screams
Calling to an empty sky.
Maybe Christ will walk by
And save them in their final toil
Or work a miracle from the shore,
A courtesy of Union Oil.

Come to the beach with me
And watch the pelicans die.
My God! They'll never fly again.
It's worse than Normandy somehow,
For there we only murdered men. — James Kavanaugh

Mr. Hillaire Belloc has pointed out that science has changed greatly, and for the worse, since it became popular. Some hundred years ago, or more, only very unusual, highly original spirits were attracted to science at all; scientific work was therefore carried out by men of exceptional intelligence. Now, scientists are turned out by mass production in our universities. — Anthony Standen

At 15, I had to choose a vocational school, and I was delighted, of course, to go to culinary school. But learning the basics was not as exciting as being the chef I am today. — Eric Ripert

The thing I've always liked about performing is that I decide what I want to wear, whether I want to comb my hair. — Patti Smith

Nothing great or small escapes the ordaining hand of Him who numbers the hairs of our head. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon