G.K. Chesterton

G.K. Chesterton

About G.K. Chesterton

G.K. Chesterton (1874-1936) was one of the greatest thinkers and authors of the twentieth century. A major influence on C.S. Lewis, Chesterton wrote one hundred books, two hundred short stories, four thousand newspaper essays, and more—all very thought provoking and often humorous.

“The God in the Cave”

By |2018-12-21T02:55:29-05:00December 24th, 2018|Categories: Christendom, Christianity, Christmas, Existence of God, G.K. Chesterton, Myth, Philosophy, Religion, Truth|

This sketch of the human story began in a cave; the cave which popular science associates with the cave-man and in which practical discovery has really found archaic drawings of animals. The second half of human history, which was like a new creation of the world, also begins in a cave. There is even a [...]


By |2017-10-07T14:30:11-05:00October 7th, 2017|Categories: G.K. Chesterton, Poetry|

White founts falling in the courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared, It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard, It curls the blood-red crescent, the crescent of his lips, For the [...]

Heaven Is a Playground

By |2017-09-22T15:45:41-05:00September 20th, 2017|Categories: Civil Society, G.K. Chesterton, Quotation|

"It is not only possible to say a great deal in praise of play; it is really possible to say the highest things in praise of it. It might reasonably be maintained that the true object of all human life is play. Earth is a task garden; heaven is a playground. To be at last [...]

“The Shop of Ghosts”

By |2017-12-09T13:23:23-05:00December 22nd, 2016|Categories: Christmas, G.K. Chesterton, Literature|

The man in the shop was very old and broken. When I put down the money, he pushed it feebly away. “No, no,” he said vaguely. “I never have. We are rather old-fashioned here.” “Good heavens!” I said. “What can you mean? Why, you might be Father Christmas.” “I am Father Christmas,” he said [...]

“The House of Christmas”

By |2017-06-12T15:13:07-05:00December 4th, 2016|Categories: G.K. Chesterton, Poetry|

There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeless All men are at home. The crazy stable close at hand, With shaking timber and shifting sand, Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand Than the square stones of Rome. For men are homesick in [...]


By |2016-05-31T20:23:24-05:00June 14th, 2015|Categories: Poetry|

I saw an old man like a child, His blue eyes bright, his white hair wild, Who turned for ever, and might not stop, Round and round like an urchin’s top. ‘Fool,’ I cried, ‘while you spin round, ‘Others grow wise, are praised, are crowned.’ Ever the same round road he trod, ‘This is [...]

G.K. Chesterton: A Tired Democracy

By |2017-06-28T16:07:30-05:00April 5th, 2011|Categories: G.K. Chesterton, Quotation|

If there is one fact we really can prove, from the history that we really do know, it is that despotism can be a development, often a late development and very often indeed the end of societies that have been highly democratic. A despotism may almost be defined as a tired democracy. As fatigue [...]