The world is hard to love, though we must love it because we have no other, and to fail to love it is not to exist at all.

The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is comprehensible.

This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.

What's wrong with this world is, it's not finished yet. It is not completed to that point where man can put his final signature to the job and say, "It is finished. We made it, and it works."

The world, as a rule, does not live on beaches and in country clubs.

The world only exists in your eyes-your conception of it. You can make it as big or as small as you want to.

That cold accretion called the world, so terrible in the mass, is so unformidable, even pitiable, in its units.

Books are a world in themselves, it is true; but they are not the only world. The world itself is a volume larger than all the libraries in it.

To him who looks upon the world rationally, the world in its turn presents a rational aspect.

The world is a fine place and worth the fighting for and I hate very much to leave it.