The whole world steps aside for the man who knows where he is going.

I realized that the world does not represent a struggle, or a predaceous sequence of chance events, but shimmering bliss, beneficient trepidation, a gift bestowed upon us and unappreciated.

The eye of the human being is a microscope, which makes the world seem bigger than it really is.

Some of you young folks have been saying to me, "Eh, Pops, what do you mean, what a wonderful world? How about all those wars all over the place? You call them wonderful? And how about hunger and pollution? That ain't so wonderful either." How about listening to old Pops for a minute? Seems to me it ain't the world that's so bad but what we're doing to it. And all I'm saying is see what a wonderful world it would be if we only gave it a chance. Love, baby, love – that's the secret. Yeah. If lots more of us loved each other, we'd solve lots more problems. And then this world would be a gasser.

Most people have learned to live in the moment. The argument goes that if the past has uncertain effect on the present, there is no need to dwell on the past. And if the present has little effect on the future, present actions need not be weighed for their consequence. Rather, each act is an island in time, to be judged on its own. . . It is a world of impulse. It is a world of sincerity. It is a world in which every word spoken speaks just to that moment, every glance given has only one meaning.

To each his world is private, and in that world one excellent minute.

We who knew our fathers in everything, in nothing. They perish. They cannot be brought back. The secret worlds are not regenerated.

When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for the moment. I want to give that world to someone else. Most people in the city rush around so they have no time to look at a flower. I want them to see it whether they want to or not.

The world is divided into two kinds of people: those who have tattoos, and those who are afraid of people with tattoos.

The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure that it will kill you too, but there will be no special hurry.

The world stands aside to let anyone pass who knows where he is going.

And I realized as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain a completely different reality. In a single block, there could be fifty separate worlds. Nobody ever really knew what was going on just next door.

You're not the only beauty in the world. There is a burnished teak as well as alabaster, rippling mahogany as well as silk. And a world of satisfaction where you found only fury and desire. The world parts for Olivia, it lies down at her feet, where you hack through it like a thorn forest.

In a world where everything is relative, there is no right or wrong.

All the world's a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed.

I wonder what kind of world it is where anyone can sing anyone else's song.

But you, my doctor, my enthusiast, were better than Christ; you promised me another world to tell me who I was. I spent most of my time a stranger.

The world, some say, is made up of couples. A rose must have a stem.

On this day, my world rips itself up while the country unfastens along.

Yet, right now, the outside world seems oblivious and the snow is happy and all is quiet as the night waits for its breakfast.

The world is still and we do not hear them.

Why couldn't the world that concerns us - be a fiction?

They say the sun shines for all, but in some people's world, it never shines at all.

Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.