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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.

E. B. White

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
Habitually creative people are prepared to be lucky.
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Creative Habitually Lucky People
There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter.
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Born City Computer Country First Man New Roughly Take Three Woman
No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
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Attitude Decently Distrustful Intelligence Patronizing Reader Write
Oh, I never look under the hood.
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Hood never Took Under
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
I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.
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Admire All Anybody Anything Gut Want Write
I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.
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Arise Between Desire Enjoy Morning World
Safety is all well and good: I prefer freedom.
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Freedom Oood Prefer Safety Well
Never hurry and never worry!
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Hurry never Worry
Old age is a special problem for me because I’ve never been able to shed the mental image I have of myself – a lad of about 19.
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Age Been Image Mental Myself never Nineteen Old Problem Shed Special
A poet’s pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it.
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Intensify Meaning Mystification Pleasure Poet Withhold
We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.
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Even Give Grape Laundry Long Only Pick Run Sort Us
There is nothing more likely to start disagreement among people or countries than an agreement.
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Agreement Country Disagreement Likely More Nothing People Start
Sailors have an expression about the weather: they say the weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human society – things can look dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed.
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Bluffer Expression Great Guess Human Sailor Same Society True Weather
Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
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Another Day Hang Hat Hope Tomorrow Wind

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