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.
E. B. WHITEI have noticed that most men when they enter a barber shop and must wait their turn, drop into a chair and pick up a magazine. I simply sit down and pick up the thread of my sea wanderings, which began more than fifty years ago and is not quite ended.
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It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer.
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I have noticed that most men when they enter a barber shop and must wait their turn, drop into a chair and pick up a magazine. I simply sit down and pick up the thread of my sea wanderings, which began more than fifty years ago and is not quite ended.
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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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Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.
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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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Life is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can’t erase it.
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Be obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.
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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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When you say something, make sure you have said it. The chances of your having said it are only fair.
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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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A despot doesn’t fear eloquent writers preaching freedom- he fears a drunken poet who may crack a joke that will take hold.
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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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The best writing is rewriting.
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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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Luck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.
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