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Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.

E. B. White

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
Good deeds never go unpunished.
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Ded Go Good never Unpunished
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
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
The whole duty of a writer is to please and satisfy himself, and the true writer always plays to an audience of one.
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Audience Duty Himself True One Play Pleasure Satisfy Whole Writer
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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English Mere More Sometimes Taste Usage
Television will enormously enlarge the eye’s range, and, like radio, will advertise the Elsewhere. Together with the tabs, the mags, and the movies, it will insist that we forget the primary and the near in favor of the secondary and the remote.
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Advertise Else Enlarge Enormously Eye Radio Range Television Writer
Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
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Bad Hard Health Work Writing
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
Oh, I never look under the hood.
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Hood never Took Under
Life is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can’t erase it.
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Cros Erase Life Like Pen Put Writing
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.
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Beauty Clear Dare Poet Remove Unzip
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
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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Childish Essayist Everything Happen Liberate Self Sustain Think
You can dissect a joke just as you can a frog. But it tends to die on you.
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Die Dissect Frog Joke Tend
I believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.
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Believe Dream Faith People Poet Sing Song

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