Quotes
Quotes about World
Who can fancy warless men?
Warless? war will die out late then. Will it ever? late or soon?
Can it, till this outworn earth be dead as yon dead world the moon?
Come out, my lord, it is a world of fools.
In our windy world
What's up is faith, what's down is heresy.
Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again.
A breath that fleets beyond this iron world
And touches him who made it.
Death's truer name
Is "Onward," no discordance in the roll
And march of that Eternal Harmony
Whereto the world beats time.
The world's great men have not commonly been great scholars, nor its great scholars great men.
The disease of an evil conscience is beyond the practice of all the physicians of all the countries in the world.
For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophet-bards foretold,
When with the ever-circling years,
Comes round the age of gold;
When Peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing.
What the Puritans gave the world was not thought, but action.
It lies around us like a cloud--
A world we do not see;
Yet the sweet closing of an eye
May bring us there to be.
In the middle of the woods
Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
Two old chairs and half a candle,
One old jug without a handle--
These were all the worldly goods.
God's in his heaven:
All's right with the world.
In the morning of the world,
When earth was nigher heaven than now.
God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures
Boasts two soul-sides,--one to face the world with,
One to show a woman when he loves her!
Over my head his arm he flung
Against the world.
That low man seeks a little thing to do,
Sees it and does it;
This high man, with a great thing to pursue,
Dies ere he knows it.
That low man goes on adding one to one,--
His hundred's soon hit;
This high man, aiming at a million,
Misses an unit.
That has the world here--should he need the next,
Let the world mind him!
This throws himself on God, and unperplexed
Seeking shall find him.
The world is growing old;
Who would not be at rest and free
Where love is never cold?
Men might be better if we better deemed
Of them. The worst way to improve the world
Is to condemn it.
America thou half-brother of the world!
With something good and bad of every land.
I sing New England, as she lights her fire
In every Prairie's midst; and where the bright
Enchanting stars shine pure through Southern night,
She still is there, the guardian on the tower,
To open for the world a purer hour.
A world where nothing is had for nothing.
The world goes up and the world goes down,
And the sunshine follows the rain;
And yesterday's sneer and yesterday's frown
Can never come over again.
When all the world is old, lad,
And all the trees are brown;
And all the sport is stale, lad,
And all the wheels run down;
A serious ape whom none take seriously,
Obliged in this fool's world to earn his nuts
By hard buffoonery.
