Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in the swamp – everywhere love and songs and nests and eggs.
E. B. WHITEAll writing is communication; creative writing is communication through revelation-it is the Self-escaping into the open.
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I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.
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There’s no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.
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Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
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Life’s meaning has always eluded me and I guess always will. But I love it just the same.
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Mother: It’s broccoli, dear. — Child: I say it’s spinach, and I say the hell with it.
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A candidate could easily commit political suicide if he were to come up with an unconventional thought during a presidential tour.
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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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Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.
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The so-called science of poll-taking is not a science at all but mere necromancy. People are unpredictable by nature, and although you can take a nation’s pulse, you can’t be sure that the nation hasn’t just run up a flight of stairs.
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In a free country it is the duty of writers to pay no attention to duty.
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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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Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
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Stuart rose from the ditch, climbed into his car, and started up the road that led toward the north…As he peeked ahead into the great land that stretched before him, the way seemed long. But the sky was bright, and he somehow felt he was headed in the right direction.
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Be obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.
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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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