I am always humbled by the infite ingenuity of the Lord, who can make a red barn cast a blue shadow.
E. B. WHITENationalism has two fatal charms for its devotees: It presupposes local self-sufficiency, which is a pleasant and desirable condition, and it suggests, very subtly, a certain personal superiority by reason of one’s belonging to a place which is definable and familiar, as against a place that is strange, remote.
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A candidate could easily commit political suicide if he were to come up with an unconventional thought during a presidential tour.
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Nationalism has two fatal charms for its devotees: It presupposes local self-sufficiency, which is a pleasant and desirable condition, and it suggests, very subtly, a certain personal superiority by reason of one’s belonging to a place which is definable and familiar, as against a place that is strange, remote.
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A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning.
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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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A writer should concern himself with whatever absorbs his fancy, stirs his heart, and unlimbers his typewriter. … A writer has the duty to be good, not lousy: true, not false; lively, not dull; accurate, not full of error. He should tend to lift people up, not lower them down.
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Salutations; it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning
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Understanding humor is like dissecting a live frog. It can be done, but the frog tends to die in the process.
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Luck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.
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Books 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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The city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something.
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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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“What’s miraculous about a spider’s web?” said Mrs. Arable. “I don’t see why you say a web is a miracle–it’s just a web.” “Ever try to spin one?” asked Mr. Dorian.
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In a free country it is the duty of writers to pay no attention to duty.
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Use the smallest word that does the job.
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Oh, I never look under the hood.
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