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 authored some one hundred books, two hundred short stories, four thousand newspaper essays, and more—all thought-provoking and often humorous.

Positive and Negative Morality

By |2020-08-09T17:36:56-05:00August 9th, 2020|Categories: Christianity, Civilization, Conservatism, G.K. Chesterton, Hope, Modernity|

When our hopes for the coming time seem disturbed or doubtful, and peace chaotic, let us remember that it is really our disappointment that is an illusion. It is our rescue that is a reality. A vast amount of nonsense is talked against negative and destructive things. The silliest sort of progressive complains of negative [...]

“The God in the Cave”

By |2020-12-24T22:11:47-06:00December 24th, 2018|Categories: Christendom, Christianity, Christmas, Existence of God, G.K. Chesterton, Myth, Philosophy, Religion, Truth|

Christ was not only born on the level of the world, but even lower than the world. The first act of the divine drama was enacted, not only on no stage set up above the sightseer, but on a dark and curtained stage sunken out of sight. This sketch of the human story began in [...]


By |2020-10-06T19:14:37-05:00October 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 inmost [...]

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 |2017-12-09T13:23:23-06:00December 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 apologetically… [...]

“The House of Christmas”

By |2020-12-18T21:22:22-06:00December 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 [...]

Songs of Education

By |2017-06-13T12:27:53-05:00May 29th, 2016|Categories: Education, Featured, G.K. Chesterton, Poetry|

I. History The Roman threw us a road, a road, And sighed and strolled away: The Saxon gave us a raid, a raid, A raid that came to stay; The Dane went west, but the Dane confessed That he went a bit too far; And we all became, by another name, The Imperial race we [...]


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 better: [...]

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