世界
The world is a great play, and we are the actors.
The world is a great song, and we are the singers.
The world is a great dance, and we are the dancers.
The world is a great story, and we are the characters.
The world is a great painting, and we are the colors.
The world is a great symphony, and we are the notes.
The world is a great poem, and we are the verses.
The world is a mirror, and we see in it what we are.
The world is a comedy to the wise, a tragedy to the foolish.
The world is a beautiful place, but it has its thorns.
The night is a world lit by itself.
The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.
The world is a puzzle; the pieces are scattered, and no one has the picture on the box.
The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast.
The world is a prison in which solitary confinement is preferable.
The true poet is all-knowing; he is an actual world in miniature.
The world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel.
The Romans would never have found time to conquer the world if they had been obliged first to learn Latin.
The world is a beautiful book, but of little use to him who cannot read it.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
