The World of English

A Poem on Death

Death by Emily Dickinson Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And …

One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.
Sigmund Freud

Geniuses are like thunderstorms. They go against the wind, terrify people, cleanse the air.
Soren Kierkegaard

The things that will destroy us are: politics without principle; pleasure without conscience; wealth without work; knowledge without character; business without morality; science without humanity; and worship without sacrifice.
Mahatma Gandhi

One of the basic rules of the universe is that nothing is perfect. Perfection simply doesn't exist... Without imperfection, neither you nor I would exist.
Stephen Hawking

The World of English, its language, its culture, its varieties, its future, and its infinite possibilities of communication in our small unique world.
Carl William Brown