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I believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.

E. B. White

Life’s meaning has always eluded me and I guess always will. But I love it just the same.
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Always Eluded Let Love Make Same
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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Anything Background Children Game Hand Net Over Them Throw Word
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
English usage is sometimes more than mere taste, judgment and education – sometimes it’s sheer luck, like getting across the street.
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English Mere More Sometimes Taste Usage
A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer… He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.
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Beauty Clear Dare Poet Remove Unzip
Writing is both mask and unveiling.
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Both Maskm Unveil Write
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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Absorb Concern Heart Himself Stir Typewriter Writer
Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.
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Crack Found Genius More One Whole
I am often mad, but I would hate to be nothing but mad: and I think I would lose what little value I may have as a writer if I were to refuse, as a matter of principle, to accept the warming rays of the sun, and to report them, whenever, and if ever, they
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Amd Lose Mad Nothing Often Think Winter
Fern was up at daylight, trying to rid the world of injustice. As a result, she now has a pig. A small one to be sure, but nevertheless a pig. It just shows what can happen if a person gets out of bed promptly.
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Daylight Fern Injustice Nevertheless Now One Pig Result Small Sure Try World
Mother: It’s broccoli, dear. — Child: I say it’s spinach, and I say the hell with it.
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Broccoli Child Hell Mother Say Spinach
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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All Anything Ask Been Deserve Done Friend never You
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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Always Blue Cast Humble Infinite Ingenuity Lord Make Shadow
Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
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Before Bloom Come Seed Through
Reading is the work of the alert mind, is demanding, and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy.
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Alert Condition Demand Finally Ideal Mind Produce Read Sort Under Work
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

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