When the World Feels Too Much, I Read the Old Masters

This month, I went back to G.K. Chesterton.

When life begins to suffocate me, I return to the old authors — and drink deeply from their wells.

This month, I went back to G.K. Chesterton, and reread his What’s Wrong With the World.

Chesterton was a man of many words — and even larger humour. Wise, whimsical, and sharp as ever.

The Times once sent out an inquiry to famous authors, asking the question, “What’s wrong with the world today?” and Chesterton responded simply,

“Dear Sir,

I am.

Yours, G.K. Chesterton.”