All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie.
This land is your land and this land is my land, sure, but the world is run by those that never listen to music anyway.
I've never written a political song. Songs can't save the world. I've gone through all that.
You can't choose up sides on a round world.
Loving people live in a loving world. Hostile people live in a hostile world. Same world.
The components of anxiety, stress, fear, and anger do not exist independently of you in the world. They simply do not exist in the physical world, even though we talk about them as if they do.
As long as there is rape... there is not going to be any peace or justice or equality or freedom. You are not going to become what you want to become or who you want to become. You are not going to live in the world you want to live in.
And of course, now that Bernard and I have found each other forever, we're determined to create our own little world in order to survive the one we're in.
The world doesn't end just because one thing goes wrong.
Making it big in this world is such a rip-off, you gotta keep your head together or it can be totally without meaning.
We carry a new world here, in our hearts. That world is growing this minute.
The bourgeoisie might blast and ruin its own world before it leaves the stage of history.
One does not set fire to a world which is already lost.
News reports don't change the world. Only facts change it, and those have already happened when we get the news.
Everything in the world can be changed, my dear Florestan, but the human being.