A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus.
E. B. WHITEEvery morning I awake torn between a desire to save the world and an inclination to savor it. This makes it hard to plan the day. But if we forget to savor the world, what possible reason do we have for saving it? In a way, the savoring must come first.
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You’re terrific as far as I am concerned.
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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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Oh, I never look under the hood.
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No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.
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And then, just as Wilbur was settling down for his morning nap, he heard again the thin voice that had addressed him the night before. “Salutations!” said the voice. Wilbur jumped to his feet. “Salu-what?” he cried. “Salutations!” repeated the voice.
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A writer should concern himself with whatever absorbs his fancy, stirs his heart, and unlimbers his typewriter. … A writer has the duty to be good, not lousy: true, not false; lively, not dull; accurate, not full of error. He should tend to lift people up, not lower them down.
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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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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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You can dissect a joke just as you can a frog. But it tends to die on you.
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If a man is to be obsessed by something, I suppose a boat is as good as anything, perhaps a bit better than most.
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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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Writing is one way to go about thinking, and the practice and habit of writing not only drain the mind but supply it, too.
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Nationalism has two fatal charms for its devotees: It presupposes local self-sufficiency, which is a pleasant and desirable condition, and it suggests, very subtly, a certain personal superiority by reason of one’s belonging to a place which is definable and familiar, as against a place that is strange, remote.
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No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
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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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