Horace Walpole Quotes

This world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel.

The world is a comedy to those who think, a tragedy to those who feel.

How children attempt to deal with everyday comedies and tragedies, and mortality, is universal and ultimately such a large part of what it means to be human.

The real world is much smaller than the imaginary

All things are cause for either laughter or weeping.

Babies are unreasonable; they expect far too much of existence. Each new generation that comes takes one look at the world, thinks wildly, "Is this all they've done to it?" and bursts into tears.

How you imagine the world determines how you live in it.

From what I could see, the hardwood was just fine. Then again, I'd just see a windmill and an open sky, too, never feeling the need to conquer either. You think it's all obvious and straightforward, this world. But really, it's all in who is doing the looking.

We have been so blinded by thinking and feeling that we have never seen the World.

The only thing we have to give to the world is our own grasp on it.

What disturbs people, these are not things, but the judgments relating to things

The world isn't what you think it is.

You can only live in the world you ken. The rest is just wishful thinking or paranoia.

My mind's cries tell me that everything on earth is tragic. My heart's smiles tell me that everything on earth is magic.

The eye traffics in feelings, not in thoughts.

It's the way that I think about the world, and the way that I like to tell stories - I don't think you should get too heavy. There's enough out there, in the world, with violence. I think that comedy lightens the heaviness [of the world].

How strange that the young should always think the world is against them - when in fact that is the only time it is for them.

What a sad story, I thought for so long. Not that I now think it was happy. But I think it is true, and thus the question of whether it is sad or happy has no meaning whatever.

It is part of the pholosophic dullness of our time that there are millions of rational monsters walking about on their hind legs, observing the world through pairs of flexible little lenses, periodically supplying themselves with energy by pushing organic substances through holes in their faces, who see nothing fabulous whatever about themselves.

I don't think the world objectively exists the way we think it exists. There's a constant sort of storytelling process.

To see the world is to judge the judges.

It'is like a book, I think, this bloomin' world.

Whenever you find humour, you find pathos close by its side.

The world is a thing we must of necessity either laugh at or be angry at; if we laugh at it, they say we are proud; if we are angry at it, they say we are ill-natured.

Life is, I think, a blunder and a shame.