Habitually creative people are prepared to be lucky.
E. B. WHITEThere 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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Use the smallest word that does the job.
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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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Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half of the time.
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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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Good deeds never go unpunished.
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The world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind.
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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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It can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill him, depending a good deal on luck.
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One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.
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Be obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.
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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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I get up every morning determined to both change the world and to have one hell of a good time. Sometimes, this makes planning the day difficult.
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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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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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Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
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