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.
E. B. WHITEI 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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The city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something.
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There is hardly a waiting room in the east that has not served as my cockpit, whether I was waiting to board a train or to see a dentist. And I am usually still trimming sheets when the train starts or drill begins to whine.
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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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Safety is all well and good: I prefer freedom.
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Salutations; it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning
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Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
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The best writing is rewriting.
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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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In a free country it is the duty of writers to pay no attention to duty.
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Prejudice is a great time saver. You can form opinions without having to get the facts.
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A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.
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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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I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. “Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.
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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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I am still encouraged to go on. I wouldn’t know where else to go.
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