I am in the world feeling my way to light ‚amid the encircling gloom.‘

Every day we should hear at least one little song, read one good poem, see one exquisite picture, and, if possible, speak a few sensible words.

Love is the most powerful thing in the world, and you know, what love brings is joy.

Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!

Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.

For all who love freedom and peace, the world without Saddam Hussein’s regime is a better and safer place.

God knows when the end of time will come, not some fanatic… The world will end someday, but the end of the world and the end of time are two different things.

There are certain pursuits which, if not wholly poetic and true, do at least suggest a nobler and finer relation to nature than we know. The keeping of bees, for instance.

The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Whoever will be born must destroy a world.

Proselytism is solemn nonsense; it makes no sense. We need to get to know each other, listen to each other and improve our knowledge of the world around us.

I was born into the world as the king of truth for the salvation of the world.

The most important question in the world is, ‚Why is the child crying?‘

Human beings love poetry. They don’t even know it sometimes… whether they’re the songs of Bono, or the songs of Justin Bieber… they’re listening to poetry.

The waving of a pine tree on the top of a mountain – a magic wand in Nature’s hand – every devout mountaineer knows its power; but the marvelous beauty value of what the Scotch call a breckan in a still dell, what poet has sung this?

It’s when you begin to lie to yourself in a poem in order to simply make a poem, that you fail.

I’ve been writing poems since I was in the Navy – to Rosalynn. I found I could say things in poems that I never could in prose. Deeper, more personal things. I could write a poem about my mother that I could never tell my mother. Or feelings about being on a submarine that I would have been too embarrassed to share with fellow submariners.

What the world requires of the Christians is that they should continue to be Christians.

There are some loony people in this world!

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.

And were an epitaph to be my story I’d have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover’s quarrel with the world.

We inhabit a universe that is characterized by diversity.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl’d shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet’s heart when caught and tangled in a woman’s body?

The name Muhammad is the most common name in the world. In all the countries around the world – Pakistan, Saudi Arabia, Morocco, Turkey, Syria, Lebanon – there are more Muhammads than anything else. When I joined the Nation of Islam and became a Muslim, they gave me the most famous name because I was the champ.

Sing me a new song; the world is transfigured; all the Heavens are rejoicing.

Grace is not part of consciousness; it is the amount of light in our souls, not knowledge nor reason.

You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance, and write poems and suffer and understand, for all that is life.

Where there is righteousness in the heart, there is beauty in the character. When there is beauty in the character, there is harmony in the home. When there is harmony in the home, there is order in the nation. When there is order in the nation, there is peace in the world.

As the poet said, ‚Only God can make a tree,‘ probably because it’s so hard to figure out how to get the bark on.

This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle wonderful, inscrutable, magical and more, to whosoever will think of it.

At ev’ry word a reputation dies.

This world of ours… must avoid becoming a community of dreadful fear and hate, and be, instead, a proud confederation of mutual trust and respect.

It’s not easy to define poetry.

The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.

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

Modern poets talk against business, poor things, but all of us write for money. Beginners are subjected to trial by market.

I knew I belonged to the public and to the world, not because I was talented or even beautiful, but because I had never belonged to anything or anyone else.

My musical taste and image is going to change naturally. It’s not forced; I do what comes natural to me. Sometimes, I like to be dark… other times, I like to be really light and ladylike.

The world is indebted for all triumphs which have been gained by reason and humanity over error and oppression.

Love is not consolation. It is light.

There is not enough love and goodness in the world to permit giving any of it away to imaginary beings.

And whether you’re an honest man, or whether you’re a thief, depends on whose solicitor has given me my brief.

Night brings our troubles to the light, rather than banishes them.

Life is the fire that burns and the sun that gives light. Life is the wind and the rain and the thunder in the sky. Life is matter and is earth, what is and what is not, and what beyond is in Eternity.

People of Berlin – people of the world – this is our moment. This is our time.

All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.

The world is before you and you need not take it or leave it as it was when you came in.

In all my work, in the movies I write, the lyrics, the poetry, the prose, the essays, I am saying that we may encounter many defeats – maybe it’s imperative that we encounter the defeats – but we are much stronger than we appear to be and maybe much better than we allow ourselves to be. Human beings are more alike than unalike.

Even if my songs are quite sad or quite dark, I don’t want my songs to make people sad. It’s very important for me that all my songs have some kind of hope or light.

Science has explained nothing; the more we know the more fantastic the world becomes and the profounder the surrounding darkness.

When I listen to a song, I don’t say, ‚Oh my gosh, that vocal line she sang was the best thing I ever heard.‘ I’m thinking, ‚That lyric just moves me. That lyric just said what I feel better than I could say it myself.‘

First, how do we give everyone a fair shot at opportunity and security in this new economy? Second, how do we make technology work for us, and not against us – especially when it comes to solving urgent challenges like climate change? Third, how do we keep America safe and lead the world without becoming its policeman?

The world is not imperfect or slowly evolving along a path to perfection. No, it is perfect at every moment, every sin already carries grace in it.

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.

What makes all doctrines plain and clear? About two hundred pounds a year. And that which was proved true before, prove false again? Two hundred more.

Suffering is the positive element in this world, indeed it is the only link between this world and the positive.

The animals of the world exist for their own reasons. They were not made for humans any more than black people were made for white, or women created for men.

Methods of thought which claim to give the lead to our world in the name of revolution have become, in reality, ideologies of consent and not of rebellion.

The men who followed Him were unique in their generation. They turned the world upside down because their hearts had been turned right side up. The world has never been the same.

The darkness is really out there. It’s not something that’s in my head, just. It’s in my work because it’s in the world.

Part of what made the Macintosh great was that the people working on it were musicians, poets, and artists, and zoologists, and historians. They also happened to be the best computer scientists in the world. But if it hadn’t been computer science, these people would have been doing amazing things in other fields.