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Hilaire Belloc

27-Jul-1870

United States

Poet

Born near Paris, France, on July 27, 1870, Hilaire Belloc grew up in England, but remained a French citizen until 1902. His father, Louis Belloc, was a respected French lawyer and his mother, Elizabeth Rayner Parkes, was well-known in English literary circles. Belloc attended Cardinal Newman's Preparatory School, where he was greatly influenced by strong Catholic education and had a background in classics and history studies. In 1892, Belloc left school for one year to join the French Artillery Service in France. After this, he returned to England and continued his studies at Baillol College, Oxford. An enthusiastic and visionary student, Belloc is said to have intensified long conversations with his peers while actively working on his history lessons. Belloc was also a successful historian and historian, publishing the Elections of Mr. Clutterbuck (1908), A Change in the Cabinet (1909), Pongo and the Bull (1910), The French Revolution (1911), and History of England (1915 ). During World War I, he worked for the War Propaganda Bureau and was a foreign correspondent for the West. He was a staunch supporter of British involvement in the war, but lost many friends and his son in the war. After the war, Belloc (a devout Roman Catholic) wrote a series of historical books and religious writings. In 1942 he suffered a stroke, which left him paralyzed for eleven years, until his death on July 16, 1953.

QUOTES BY Hilaire Belloc

The Church is a perpetually defeated thing that always outlives her conquerers.

Nation

Whatever happens, we have got The Maxim gun, and they have not.

The Llama is a woolly sort of fleecy hairy goat, with an indolent expression and an undulating throat; like an unsuccessful literary man.

Inspirational

Oh, you should never, never doubt what nobody is sure about.

Write as the wind blows and command all words like an army!

Military

When friendship disappears then there is a space left open to that awful loneliness of the outside world which is like the cold space between the planets. It is an air in which men perish utterly.

Friendship

If we are to be happy, decent and secure of our souls: drink some kind of fermented liquor with one's food; go on the water from time to time; dance on occasions, and sing in a chorus...

Inspirational

These are the advantages of travel, that one meets so many men whom one would otherwise never meet, and that one feeds as it were upon the complexity of mankind

Travel

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.