Quotes
Quotes about World
Friend to my life, which did not you prolong,
The world had wanted many an idle song.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,
But as the world, harmoniously confus'd,
Where order in variety we see,
And where, though all things differ, all agree.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
Manners must adorn knowledge, and smooth its way through the world. Like a great rough diamond, it may do very well in a closet by way of curiosity, and also for its intrinsic value.
I assisted at the birth of that most significant word "flirtation," which dropped from the most beautiful mouth in the world.
So stands the statue that enchants the world,
So bending tries to veil the matchless boast,
The mingled beauties of exulting Greece.
For still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh,
Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.
Our Constitution is in actual operation; everything appears to promise that it will last; but in this world nothing is certain but death and taxes.
If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breast this jewel lies,
And they are fools who roam.
The world has nothing to bestow;
From our own selves our joys must flow,
And that dear hut, our home.
He left the name at which the world grew pale,
To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Each change of many-colour'd life he drew,
Exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd new.
Classical quotation is the parole of literary men all over the world.
I never have sought the world; the world was not to seek me.
Hawkesworth said of Johnson, "You have a memory that would convict any author of plagiarism in any court of literature in the world."
This world, where much is to be done and little to be known.
Go, poor devil, get thee gone! Why should I hurt thee? This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me.
Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world, though the cant of hypocrites may be the worst, the cant of criticism is the most tormenting!
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
The world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those who feel.
Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!
While Resignation gently slopes away,
And all his prospects brightening to the last,
His heaven commences ere the world be past.
And as a bird each fond endearment tries
To tempt its new-fledg'd offspring to the skies,
He tried each art, reprov'd each dull delay,
Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way.
There is America, which at this day serves for little more than to amuse you with stories of savage men and uncouth manners, yet shall, before you taste of death, show itself equal to the whole of that commerce which now attracts the envy of the world.
You had that action and counteraction which, in the natural and in the political world, from the reciprocal struggle of discordant powers draws out the harmony of the universe.
