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| "I am a citizen of the world, and I have met, in my time, with so many different sorts of virtue, that I am puzzled, in my old age, to say which is the right sort and which is the wrong." | Wilkie Collins | The Woman in White |  |
| I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it,--but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor. | Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. | The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table |  |
| "There is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world. The spirits of our foolish deeds haunt us, with or without repentance." | Gilbert Parker | Mrs. Falchion |  |
| For it is the mind which creates the world about us, and, even though we stand side by side in the same meadow, my eyes will never see what is beheld by yours, my heart will never stir to the emotions with which yours is touched. | George Gissing | The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft |  |
| "The world is wearied of statesmen; whom democracy has degraded into politicians . . . " | Benjamin Disraeli | Lothair |  |
| "If you would have your son to walk honourably through the world, you must not attempt to clear the stones from his path, but teach him to walk firmly over them - not insist upon leading him by the hand, but let him learn to go alone." | Anne Bronte | The Tenant of Wildfell Hall |  |
| For we pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self-denial, anxiety and discouragement. | Lucy Maud Montgomery | Anne of Green Gables |  |
| "Ah, me! it's a wicked world, and when a clever man turns his brains to crime it is the worst of all." | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The Adventure of the Speckled Band |  |
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts | William Shakespeare | As You Like It |  |
| I rejoice in my spine, as in the firm audacious staff of that flag which I fling half out to the world. | Herman Melville | Moby Dick |  |