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“The modern world is full of the old Christian virtues gone mad. The virtues have gone mad because they have been isolated from each other and are wandering alone. Thus some scientists care for truth; and their truth is pitiless. Thus some humanitarians only care for pity; and their pity (I am sorry to say) is often untruthful.”

Book:The Essential Gilbert K. Chesterton

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The Essential Gilbert K. Chesterton

This compilation includes a variety of Chesterton's essays, poems, and lectures, offering a comprehensive look into his influential and thought-provoking writing. more

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Gilbert K. Chesterton

Gilbert K. Chesterton was an English writer, critic, and theologian, born on May 29, 1874, and died on June 14, 1936. Known for his unique literary style and profound philosophical thinking, Chesterton's works spanned a variety of genres, including novels, poetry, drama, and criticism. more

“The great ideals of the past failed not by being outlived (which must mean over-lived), but by not being lived enough. Mankind has not passed through the Middle Ages. Rather mankind has retreated from the Middle Ages in reaction and rout. The Christian ideal has not been tried and found wanting. It has been found difficult and left untried.”

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Author:Gilbert K. Chesterton

“Christianity, whatever else it is, is an explosion. Unless it is sensational there is simply no sense in it. Unless the Gospel sounds like a gun going off it has not been uttered at all.”

Sound Christianity Gun Explosions Sensational

Author:Gilbert K. Chesterton

“Instead of looking at books and pictures about the New Testament I looked at the New Testament. There I found an account, not in the least of a person with his hair parted in the middle or his hands clasped in appeal, but of an extraordinary being with lips of thunder and acts of lurid decision, flinging down tables, casting out devils, passing with the wild secrecy of the wind from mountain isolation to a sort of dreadful demagogy; a being who often acted like an angry god — and always like a god.”