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Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.

E. B. White

When I get sick of what men do, I have only to walk a few steps in another direction to see what spiders do. Or what the weather does. This sustains me very well indeed.
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Another Direction Do Get Men Only Sick Spider Step Walk
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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Anyone Heaven Help Know Life Lift Little Perhaps Stand Trifle Try
The rat had no morals, no conscience, no scruples, no consideration, no decency, no milk of rodent kindness, no compunctions, no higher feeling, no friendliness, no anything
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Compunction Conscience Consideration Decency Kindness Milk Moral Rat Rodent Scruples
Loneliness is a strange gift.
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Gift Loneliness Strange
We’re born, we live a little while, we die. A spider’s life can’t help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. 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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Anyone Born Eating Heaven Help Little Perhaps Something
Geese are friends to no one, they bad mouth everybody and everything. But they are companionable once you get used to their ingratitude and false accusations.
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Bad Companionable Everybody Everything Friend Geese Get Mouth Use
When you say something, make sure you have said it. The chances of your having said it are only fair.
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Chance Far Have Make Only Say Something Sure
Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart. She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.
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Children Country Dearly Ever Forget Grandmother never New None People Peron Quote Spider
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
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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Bias Capacities Escape Habit Open Reveal Self Something Style Writer
The main thing I try to do is write as clearly as I can. I rewrite a good deal to make it clear.
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Clear Clearly Deal Good Main Make Reqrite Thing Write
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
In a man’s middle years there is scarcely a part of the body he would hesitate to turn over to the proper authorities.
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Authority Body Hesitate Man Middle Over Part Proper Scarcely
Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.
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Always Lookout Presence Wonder
Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
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Bad Hard Health Work Writing
It is quite possible that an animal has spoken to me and that I didn’t catch the remark because I wasn’t paying attention.
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Animal Attention Catch Play Possible Quite Remark Spoken

Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.

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