Thanks for doing this. I cannot wait to learn more about Chesterton. 'm 46, grew up in the USA, immigrant from Nicaragua. I am anti communist, I favor preserving the US Constitution, I am not a hater of God and religion. Though I have my issues with religious leaders, etc. I'm embarrassed that I have never heard of Chesterton. I think the tide is turning. Folks, raise your children before somebody else does it for you.

For me, there is NO 'past tense' in this man. He speaks to the constant and forever human nature modern society tries and fails to redefine.

Thank you Dale, I enjoyed this GK Chesterton the Apostle of common sense…….great humor,Catholic Faith, writings, quotes, Love the unlovable,Hope means hope for the hopeless, profound quotes for many….

I am extremely amazed how after living in the UK for 2 years I didn't hear about this marvelous man. It is 12 years later that I'm back to my natal Venezuela that on my mountain I come across with him. I always thank the British people and I never end thanking them 🙏 ❤

I praise Mr. Chesterton and his works. We need a Leader with his brilliancy and approach to reasoning.

I'm not Catholic, denominationally speaking, but within the Catholic Church lies some of the greatest thinkers and people the world has ever known. I very much look forward to reading Orthodoxy. Thanks for the video

Thank you for a nice introduction to GK Chesterton. I learned of him through talks of Rich Mullins. Trying to find a free complete autobiography of Chesterton. I am impressed with his story even more for your introduction. Grateful to have come by this video. Namaste

I wish Chesterton was running the country.

Brilliance and intelligence are not big enough to describe him. Only God can.

Inspiring. Once searched for his books and had great difficulty. I'll try again.

Dale Ahlquist, thank you for wonderful narration and more. Thank you to the uploader (what ever the name of this channel that i just subbed to is:) shronemor (this person). I read Orthodoxy, I'm a fan, god bless you.

Wonderfully refreshing,must get some of his books!

If I were marooned on a desert island with one man and had my choice, it would be G.K. Chesterton. And I think I would be never be bored for the rest of my life.

Chesterton was the man. He really was the Apostle of Common Sence. If his policy of Distributisim for national Government which he came to had been followed we would not be in the mess we are in. Just so happens it is also the social teaching of the Catholic Church. God Bless

I hope they play that tune when he get's his sainthood.

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That is the face of a man who just didn’t give a damn about what secularism said. He stuck to his common sense and logic.

Can you imagine a dialogue or a debate between G.K. Chesteryon ands Allistar Crowley...!!!

Please , anyone explain me the sense behind the term ' fishes flew and forest walked .

What would be the most suitable book to start with his works?

The reason why youll lose if you argue against him is because hes right. Its either youre right with him or not.

Keith! Next you are going to tell me he's Irish!

The wisdom of man is foolishness with God

*Starts at **0:43** seconds,* right after the annoying intro music.

Of great limbs gone to chaos, A great face turned to night-- Why bend above a shapeless shroud Seeking in such archaic cloud Sight of strong lords and light? Where seven sunken Englands Lie buried one by one, Why should one idle spade, I wonder, Shake up the dust of thanes like thunder To smoke and choke the sun? In cloud of clay so cast to heaven What shape shall man discern? These lords may light the mystery Of mastery or victory, And these ride high in history, But these shall not return. Gored on the Norman gonfalon The Golden Dragon died: We shall not wake with ballad strings The good time of the smaller things, We shall not see the holy kings Ride down by Severn side. Stiff, strange, and quaintly coloured As the broidery of Bayeux The England of that dawn remains, And this of Alfred and the Danes Seems like the tales a whole tribe feigns Too English to be true. Of a good king on an island That ruled once on a time; And as he walked by an apple tree There came green devils out of the sea With sea-plants trailing heavily And tracks of opal slime. Yet Alfred is no fairy tale; His days as our days ran, He also looked forth for an hour On peopled plains and skies that lower, From those few windows in the tower That is the head of a man. But who shall look from Alfred's hood Or breathe his breath alive? His century like a small dark cloud Drifts far; it is an eyeless crowd, Where the tortured trumpets scream aloud And the dense arrows drive. Lady, by one light only We look from Alfred's eyes, We know he saw athwart the wreck The sign that hangs about your neck, Where One more than Melchizedek Is dead and never dies. Therefore I bring these rhymes to you Who brought the cross to me, Since on you flaming without flaw I saw the sign that Guthrum saw When he let break his ships of awe, And laid peace on the sea. Do you remember when we went Under a dragon moon, And `mid volcanic tints of night Walked where they fought the unknown fight And saw black trees on the battle-height, Black thorn on Ethandune? *And I thought, "I will go with you, As man with God has gone, And wander with a wandering star, The wandering heart of things that are, The fiery cross of love and war That like yourself, goes on."* O go you onward; where you are Shall honour and laughter be, Past purpled forest and pearled foam, God's winged pavilion free to roam, Your face, that is a wandering home, A flying home for me. Ride through the silent earthquake lands, Wide as a waste is wide, Across these days like deserts, when Pride and a little scratching pen Have dried and split the hearts of men, Heart of the heroes, ride. Up through an empty house of stars, Being what heart you are, Up the inhuman steeps of space As on a staircase go in grace, Carrying the firelight on your face Beyond the loneliest star. Take these; in memory of the hour We strayed a space from home And saw the smoke-hued hamlets, quaint With Westland king and Westland saint, And watched the western glory faint Along the road to Frome. - Chesterton, Dedication to The Ballad of the White Horse Just for that he is on par with Shakespeare and Milton as an English poet. That is tremendous and you can almost make the case there is no better pure poem from England in English.

"life isn't worth living" 6'4" Chesterton pulls out a gun and offers to shoot. then gives his seat to three women..... what a bamf