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.
E. B. WHITEI admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.
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A really companionable and indispensable dog is an accident of nature. You can’t get it by breeding for it, and you can’t buy it with money. It just happens along.
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In every queen there’s a touch of floozy.
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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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Democracy is itself, a religious faith. For some it comes close to being the only formal religion they have.
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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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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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Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
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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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There is nothing more likely to start disagreement among people or countries than an agreement.
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Reading is the work of the alert mind, is demanding, and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy.
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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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I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. “Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.
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Most people think of peace as a state of Nothing Bad Happening, or Nothing Much Happening. Yet if peace is to overtake us and make us the gift of serenity and well-being, it will have to be the state of Something Good Happening.
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You’re terrific as far as I am concerned.
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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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