In all the green world nothing feels as good as a woman's good nature.
To say that war is madness is like saying that sex is madness: true enough, from the standpoint of a stateless eunuch, but merely a provocative epigram for those who must make their arrangements in the world as given.
How can you respect the world when you see it's being run by a bunch of kids turned old?
We were all brought up to want things and maybe the world isn't big enough for all that wanting. I don't know. I don't know anything
An affair wants to spill, to share its glory with the world. No act is so private it does not seek applause.
Russia is the only country of the world you can be homesick for while you're still in it.
Fraud makes the world go round.
The throat: how strange, that there is not more erotic emphasis upon it. For here, through this compound pulsing pillar, our life makes its leap into spirit, and in the other direction gulps down what it needs of the material world.
It's a man's world, they say; but in its daily textures it is a world created by and for women.
Billy Collins writes lovely poems. Limpid, gently and consistently startling, more serious than they seem, they describe all the worlds that are and were and some others besides.
The worst thing in the world is a bitter woman. That's one thing about your mother, she's never been bitter.
The artist brings something into the world that didn't exist before, and he does it without destroying something else.