The world is everything that is the case.[Die Welt ist alles, was der Fall ist.]
The world is an oyster, but you don’t crack it open on a mattress!
The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast.
The world is a looking-glass, and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face. Frown at it, and it will in turn look sourly upon you; laugh at it and with it, and it is a jolly kind companion.
The world is a bell with a crack in it; it rattles, but does not ring.
The world has the habit of making room for the man whose words and actions show that he knows where he is going.
The world had to be faced as it was, not as you wished it to be.
The world had taken a deep breath and was having doubts about continuing to revolve.
The world had somehow gone too far, and spontaneous kindness could never be so easy.
The world evades us because it becomes itself again. That stage scenery masked by habit becomes again what it is.[Le monde nous échappe puisqu’il redevient lui-même. Ces décors masqués par l’habitude redeviennent ce qu’ils sont.]
The world divides into facts.[Die Welt zerfällt in Tatsachen.]
The world cannot be wrong if in this world there’s you.
