Of all the follies the greatest is to love the world.
Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other. All I can do is love her, and love the world, emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy.
Love the world. Otherwise, you will be forced to carry the heaviest load: your own bitter self.
When it aims to express a love of the world it refuses to conceal the many reasons why the world is hard to love, though we must love it because we have no other, and to fail to love it is not to exist at all.
All that I hope to say in books, all that I ever hope to say, is that I love the world.
Instead of creating a reason why you cannot love the world, try to create a reason why you should and must love the world.
I think our job is to trust our readers. I think our job is to see and to let ourselves be seen. I think our job is to love the world.
Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.
One must somehow find a way of loving the world without trusting it; somehow one must love the world without being worldly.
This world is full of beauty, as other worlds above, and if we did our duty, it might be as full of love.
It is the experience of living that is important, not searching for meaning. We bring meaning by how we love the world.
I just love the world around me and wanted my audience to love and appreciate it too.
