In a man’s middle years there is scarcely a part of the body he would hesitate to turn over to the proper authorities.
E. B. WHITE“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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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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I’ve got a new friend, all right. But what a gamble friendship is! Charlotte is fierce, brutal, scheming, bloodthirsty-everything I don’t like. How can I learn to like her, even though she is pretty and, of course, clever?
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A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus.
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Is there anything in the universe more beautiful and protective than the simple complexity of a spider’s web?
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Writing is one way to go about thinking, and the practice and habit of writing not only drain the mind but supply it, too.
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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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Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people– people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book.
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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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Children are game for anything. I throw them hard words, and they backhand them over the net. They love words that give them a hard time, provided they are in a context that absorbs their attention.
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Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.
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Safety is all well and good: I prefer freedom.
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It is Sunday, mid-morning-Sunday in the living room, Sunday in the kitchen, Sunday in the woodshed, Sunday down the road in the village: I hear the bells, calling me to share God’s grace.
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A writer’s style reveals something of his spirit, his habits, his capacites, his bias…it is the Self escaping into the open.
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Writing is both mask and unveiling.
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Habitually creative people are prepared to be lucky.
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