One may say the eternal mystery of the world is its comprehensibility.

Our species needs, and deserves, a citizenry with minds wide awake and a basic understanding of how the world works.

‚Tis love that makes the world go round, my baby.

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

The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery.

I don’t think that faith, whatever you’re being faithful about, really can be scientifically explained. And I don’t want to explain this whole life business through truth, science. There’s so much mystery. There’s so much awe.

The only things one can admire at length are those one admires without knowing why.

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.

Were there none who were discontented with what they have, the world would never reach anything better.

My home is in Heaven. I’m just traveling through this world.

It is comforting to reflect that the disproportion of things in the world seems to be only arithmetical.

Today I can declare my hope and declare it from the bottom of my heart that we will eventually see the time when that number of nuclear weapons is down to zero and the world is a much better place.

Actors are one family over the entire world.

The world is very different now. For man holds in his mortal hands the power to abolish all forms of human poverty, and all forms of human life.

Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.

The Bermuda Triangle got tired of warm weather. It moved to Alaska. Now Santa Claus is missing.

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

The world has crafted a beautiful balance of collective action – common but differentiated responsibility and respective capabilities.

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.

In each soul, God loves and partly saves the whole world which that soul sums up in an incommunicable and particular way.

Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or a secret gate.

A myth is an image in terms of which we try to make sense of the world.

In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.

The view of Jerusalem is the history of the world; it is more, it is the history of earth and of heaven.

When my dad founded our church, he used either a globe or a map of the world behind him. It was symbolic of what Christ said: to go forth and preach hope to the world. We believe in the cross, but we just continued with the globe.

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

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.

We inhabit a universe that is characterized by diversity.

Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

My childhood did not prepare me for the fact that the world is full of cruel and bitter things.

I just think people should invest in the world. Don’t invest in fashion, but invest in the world.

A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.

The human body is strange and flawed and unpredictable. The human body has many secrets, and it does not divulge them to anyone, except those who have learned to wait.

The world has not yet reached the point which, in my view, is an essential condition for the survival of our human species: access by all the peoples to the material resources of this planet.

Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect.

Nature is the incarnation of thought. The world is the mind precipitated.

The world is moved along, not only by the mighty shoves of its heroes, but also by the aggregate of tiny pushes of each honest worker.

Syllables govern the world.

A lot of times, I run a thought experiment: ‚If I were not at Facebook, what would I be doing to make the world more open?‘

What constitutes a real, live human being is more of a mystery than ever these days, and men each one of whom is a valuable, unique experiment on the part of nature are shot down wholesale.

We feel and know that we are eternal.

If you try and take a cat apart to see how it works, the first thing you have on your hands is a nonworking cat.

I’m afraid that reason will triumph and that the world will become a place where anyone who doesn’t fit that will become unnecessary.

Death is the king of this world: ‚Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover’s quarrel with the world.

The price of freedom is eternal vigilance.

Music has the power to inspire the world.

I happen to believe there is evil in the world.

The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.

Exposure from a young age to the realities of the world is a super-big thing.

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.

I am afraid we must make the world honest before we can honestly say to our children that honesty is the best policy.

Each generation doubtless feels called upon to reform the world. Mine knows that it will not reform it, but its task is perhaps even greater. It consists in preventing the world from destroying itself.

My music will go on forever. Maybe it’s a fool say that, but when me know facts me can say facts. My music will go on forever.

This land is your land and this land is my land, sure, but the world is run by those that never listen to music anyway.

Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man’s desire to understand.

Any writer, I suppose, feels that the world into which he was born is nothing less than a conspiracy against the cultivation of his talent.

The world is never quiet, even its silence eternally resounds with the same notes, in vibrations which escape our ears. As for those that we perceive, they carry sounds to us, occasionally a chord, never a melody.

It is not once nor twice but times without number that the same ideas make their appearance in the world.

I’ve got a feeling that music might not be the most interesting place to be in the world of things.