“There's nothing worth the wear of winning but laughter, and the love of friends.”
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Joseph Hilaire Pierre René Belloc was born in La Celle-Saint-Cloud, France, the son of a French father, who was an attorney, and an English mother, who was an author. In 1872, his father died in 1872, leaving the family destitute, and his mother moved with Belloc to Slindon, West Sussex, where he spent most of his childhood. He was educated at John Henry Newman's Oratory School in Edgbaston, Birmingham, and then volunteered to serve in the French Army. He was posted in an artillery regiment near Toul in 1891. After his release from the military, he studied history at Oxford University, graduating in 1895. In 1896, he married Elodie Hogan, an American, and published his first book, a book of poetry called Verses and Sonnets. In 1906 he and his family moved to Shipley, West Sussex, where he lived until just before he died. He went into politics, and was a Liberal Party Member of Parliament for Salford South from 1906-1910. In 1914, the year his wife Elodie died of influenza, he took a position as edited of the war journal Land and Water, where he stayed until 1920. In 1918, his son Louis was killed while serving in the Royal Flying Corps in France. Belloc suffered a stroke in 1941, from which he never recovered.
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“There's nothing worth the wear of winning but laughter, and the love of friends.”
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“Oh! Let us never, never doubt What nobody is sure about.”
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“The llama is a woolly sort of fleecy hairy goat, with an indolent expression and an undulating throat like an unsuccessful literary man.”
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“It is the best of all trades to make songs, and the second best to sing them.”
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“When I am dead, I hope it may be said: 'His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.'”
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“The llama is a woolly sort of fleecy hairy goat With an indolent expression and an undulating throat - Like an unsuccessful literary man.”
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“Just as there is nothing between the admirable omelette and the intolerable, so with autobiography.”
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“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.”
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“Write as the wind blows and command all words like an army!”
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“It has been discovered that with a dull urban population, all formed under a mechanical system of State education, a suggestion or command, however senseless and unreasoned, will be obeyed i...”
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“Every major question in history is a religious question. It has more effect in molding life than nationalism or a common language.”
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“I am writing a book about the Crusades so dull that I can scarcely write it.”
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“The pilgrim is humble and devout, and human, and charitable, and ready to smile and admire; therefore, he should comprehend the whole of his way, the people in it, and the hills and the clou...”
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“An institute run with such knavish imbecility that if it were not the work of God it would not last a fortnight.”
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“Just as there is nothing between the admirable omelet and the intolerable, so with autobiography.”
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“Statistics are the triumph of the quantitative method, and the quantitative method is the victory of sterility and death.”
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“Child! Do not throw this book about; refrain from the unholy pleasure of cutting all the pictures out.”
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“When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.”
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“From quiet homes and first beginning, out to the undiscovered ends, there's nothing worth the wear of winning, but laughter and the love of friends.”
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“I have wandered all my life, and I have also traveled; the difference between the two being this, that we wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment.”
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