In December, I was a Chesterton virgin. Tonight, I finished my fourth of his books.
Love Father Brown.
How can you resist:
"Why don't they make more games out of the wind?" he asked in some excitement. "Kites are all right, but why should it only be kites? Why, I thought of three other games for a windy day while I was climbing that tree. Here's one of them: you take a lot of pepper--"
"If we were snowed up in this room, we'd be the better for reading scores of books in that bookcase that we don't even know are there; we'd have talks with each other, good, terrible, talks, that we shall go to the grave without guessing..."
"...a mystic is one who holds that two worlds are better than one."
Go, and read him more.