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Extreme cold when it first arrives seems to generate cheerfulness and sociability. For a few hours all life’s dubious problems are dropped in favor of the clear and congenial task of keeping alive.

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In every queen there’s a touch of floozy.
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Every Queen Floozy Touch
You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what’s a life, anyway?
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Friend Itself Like Tremendous Web Wove
A poet’s pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it.
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Intensify Meaning Mystification Pleasure Poet Withhold
And then, just as Wilbur was settling down for his morning nap, he heard again the thin voice that had addressed him the night before. “Salutations!” said the voice. Wilbur jumped to his feet. “Salu-what?” he cried. “Salutations!” repeated the voice.
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Addresses Again Before Down Heard Just Morning Night People Settle Voice
Good deeds never go unpunished.
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Ded Go Good never Unpunished
In a man’s middle years there is scarcely a part of the body he would hesitate to turn over to the proper authorities.
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Authority Body Hesitate Man Middle Over Part Proper Scarcely
Only a person who is congenially self-centered has the effrontery and the stamina to write essays
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Central Congenially Effrontery Essay Only Person Self Stamina Write
Every morning I awake torn between a desire to save the world and an inclination to savor it. This makes it hard to plan the day. But if we forget to savor the world, what possible reason do we have for saving it? In a way, the savoring must come first.
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Awake Born Desire Every Inclination Morning Save Savor World
Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half of the time.
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Democracy Half More Person Recruitment Suspicion Time
Life is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can’t erase it.
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Cros Erase Life Like Pen Put Writing
By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.
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Anyone Heaven Help Know Life Lift Little Perhaps Stand Trifle Try
Stuart rose from the ditch, climbed into his car, and started up the road that led toward the north…As he peeked ahead into the great land that stretched before him, the way seemed long. But the sky was bright, and he somehow felt he was headed in the right direction.
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Climb Clitch led North Problem Road Rose Start Stuart Toward
The essayist is a self-liberated man, sustained by the childish belief that everything he thinks about, everything that happens to him, is of general interest.
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Childish Essayist Everything Happen Liberate Self Sustain Think
Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
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Bad Hard Health Work Writing
When I get sick of what men do, I have only to walk a few steps in another direction to see what spiders do. Or what the weather does. This sustains me very well indeed.
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Another Direction Do Get Men Only Sick Spider Step Walk
There’s no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.
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Account Another Complicated Lead Limit Thing

Extreme cold when it first arrives seems to generate cheerfulness and sociability. For a few hours all life’s dubious problems are dropped in favor of the clear and congenial task of keeping alive.

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Extreme cold when it first arrives seems to generate cheerfulness and sociability. For a few hours all life’s dubious problems are dropped in favor of the clear and congenial task of keeping alive.

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