Gilbert Keith Chesterton

SAVONAROLA
Savonarola is a man whom we shall probably never understand until we know what horror may lie at the heart of civilisation.

Harold March was the sort of man who knows everything about politics, and nothing about politicians.

He was unquestionably dead. The blood flowed in the grass from a hopelessly fatal fracture at the back of the skull; but the face, which was turned to the sun, was uninjured and strangely arresting

It was like daylight on the other side of stage scenery.

It is many years now since this co­los­sus of crime sud­denly ceased keep­ing the world in a tur­moil; and when he ceased, as they said after the death of Ro­land, there was a great quiet upon the earth.