Nauseous. Nauseated. The first means “sickening to contemplate”; the second means “sick at the stomach.” Do not, therefore, say “I feel nauseous,” unless you are sure you have that effect on others.
E. B. WHITEBooks hold most of the secrets of the world, most of the thoughts that men and women have had. And when you are reading a book, you and the author are alone together-just the two of you.
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A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning.
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Good deeds never go unpunished.
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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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There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter.
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Semi-colons only prove that the author has been to college.
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Life is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can’t erase it.
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A schoolchild should be taught grammar-for the same reason that a medical student should study anatomy.
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The so-called science of poll-taking is not a science at all but mere necromancy. People are unpredictable by nature, and although you can take a nation’s pulse, you can’t be sure that the nation hasn’t just run up a flight of stairs.
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Writing is both mask and unveiling.
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You’re terrific as far as I am concerned.
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I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.
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Creation is in part merely the business of forgoing the great and small distractions.
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I am always humbled by the infite ingenuity of the Lord, who can make a red barn cast a blue shadow.
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In every queen there’s a touch of floozy.
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Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’ ‘You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.
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