Throughout history the world has been laid waste to ensure the triumph of conceptions that are now as dead as the men that died for them.
The world's history is constant, like the laws of nature, and simple, like the souls of men. The same conditions continually produce the same results.
Peace, plenty, and contentment reign throughout our borders, and our beloved country presents a sublime moral spectacle to the world...
There are people who read too much: bibliobibuli. I know some who are constantly drunk on books, as other men are drunk on whiskey or religion. They wander through this most diverting and stimulating of worlds in a haze, seeing nothing and hearing nothing.
She would rather light candles than curse the darkness and her glow has warmed the world.
France is delighted at this new opportunity to show the world that when one has the will one can succeed in joining peoples who have been brought close by history.
90% of my time is spent on 10% of the world.
The supreme, the merciless, the destroyer of opposition, the exalted King, the shepherd, the protector of the quarters of the world, the King the word of whose mouth destroys mountains and seas, who by his lordly attack has forced mighty and merciless Kings from the rising of the sun to the setting of the same to acknowledge one supremacy.
We have the power to make this the best generation of mankind in the history of the worldâor the last.
We live in a world where amnesia is the most wished-for state. When did history become a bad word?
Sir Francis Drake circumsized the world with a 100-foot clipper.
We, therefore, here in Britain stand shoulder to shoulder with our American friends in this hour of tragedy, and we, like them, will not rest until this evil is driven from our world.
In a few years there will be only five kings in the worldâthe King of England and the four kings in a pack of cards.
It's too bad I'm not as wonderful a person as people say I am, because the world could use a few people like that.
I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief... For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
The honors of this world, what are they but puff, and emptiness, and peril of falling?
Hope is a state of mind, not of the world. Hope, in this deep and powerful sense, is not the same as joy that things are going well, or willingness to invest in enterprises that are obviously heading for success, but rather an ability to work for something because it is good. -Vaclav Havel.
It's like a convent, the hospital. You leave the world behind and take vows of poverty, chastity, obedience.
No laborer in the world is expected to work for room, board, and love--except the housewife.
There is, I suppose, no occupation in the world which has an influence on the efficiency and happiness of the members of nearly all other occupations so continuous and so permeating as that of the working housewife and mother.
W'en you see a man in woe, Walk right up and say "hullo." Say "hullo" and "how d'ye do," "How's the world a-usin' you?" . . . . W'en you travel through the strange Country t'other side the range, Then the souls you've cheered will know Who you be, an' say "hullo."
He had the uneasy manner of a man who is not among his own kind, and who has not seen enought of the world to feel that all people are in some sense his own kind.
Man is at the bottom an animal, midway, a citizen, and at the top, divine. But the climate of this world is such that few ripen at the top.
Every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world's phenomena intersect, only once in this way, and never again.