Gilbert K. Chesterton Quotes

Of course I'm crazy, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong

Mysticism is, in essence, little more than a certain intensity and depth of feeling in regard to what is believed about the universe.

Worse than madness. Sanity.

Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason.

Faith is a kind of sixth sense which works in cases which are without the purview of reason.

Are we, then, insane because we have not gone mad?

Mysticism is in fact the only criticism people cannot level against my theory.

To understand this for sense it is not required that a man should be a geometrician or a logician, but that he should be mad.

Religion is nothing but institutionalized mysticism. The catch is, mysticism does not lend itself to institutionalization. The moment we attempt to organize mysticism, we destroy its essence. Religion, then, is mysticism in which the mystical has been killed. Or, at least diminished.

The trouble with Reason is that it becomes meaningless at the exact point where it refuses to act.

Whatsoever is contrary to nature is contrary to reason, and whatsoever is contrary to reason is absurd.

Faith is not contrary to reason.

Reason has always existed, but not always in a reasonable form.

The supreme function of reason is to show man that some things are beyond reason.

The only difference between me and a madman is that I'm not mad.

If you follow reason far enough it always leads to conclusions that are contrary to reason.

The undevout astronomer must be mad.

Those who invalidate reason ought seriously to consider whether they argue against reason with or without reason.

Divine Nature cannot be apprehended by human reason.

If you tell people you talk to God, they'll think you're religious, but if you say God talks to you, it's ten to one they'll think you're crazy.

Pseudo-mysticism seeks to evade reality; authentic mysticism wants to live it.

Our occasional madness is less wonderful than our occasional sanity.

If I am Sophocles, I am not mad; and if I am mad, I am not Sophocles.

The only really sane person in there is Igor, and possibly the turnip. And I'm not sure about the turnip.

There nearly always is a method in madness.