So far as English versification is concerned, Pope was the world, and all the world was Pope.
All great humorists are sad.... I cannot help seeing beyond the tinsel of humour, and recognising the pitiful basis of jest--the world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind.
I am so beastly tired of mankind and the world that nothing can interest me unless it contains a couple of murders on each page or deals with the horrors unnameable and unaccountable that leer down from the external universes.
Uncertainty and danger are always closely allied, thus making any kind of an unknown world a world of peril and evil possibilities.
I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness.
If I could create an ideal world, it would be an England with the fire of the Elizabethans, the correct taste of the Georgians, and the refinement and pure ideals of the Victorians.
Science, already oppressive with its shocking revelations, will perhaps be the ultimate exterminator of our human species - if separate species we be - for its reserve of unguessed horrors could never be borne by mortal brains if loossed upon the world.
The world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind.
What a man does for pay is of little significance. What he is, as a sensitive instrument responsive to the world's beauty, is everything!
I felt myself on the edge of the world; peering over the rim into a fathomless chaos of eternal night.