The unrest which keeps the never stopping clock of metaphysics going is the thought that the nonexistence of this world is just as possible as its existence.

The world has narrowed to a neighborhood before it has broadened to brotherhood.

The world in all doth but two nations bear, The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.

The world goes on because a few men in every generation believe in it utterly, accept it unquestioningly; they underwrite it with their lives.

The world is a thing we must of necessity either laugh at or be angry at; if we laugh at it, they say we are proud; if we are angry at it, they say we are ill-natured.

All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exists and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts.

The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.

How do we accurately evoke land we love? What should we even call the world we walk and drive through-scenery, landscape?

"To what end was this world formed?" said Candide. "To infuriate us," replied Martin.

We milk the cow of the world, and as we do We whisper in her ear, "You are not true."