G. K. Chesterton

The warrior fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.

— G. K. Chesterton

Home shall men come, To an older place than Eden And a taller town than Rome. To the end of the way of the wandering star, To the things that cannot be and that are, To the place where God was homeless And all men are at home.

— G. K. Chesterton