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.
E. B. WHITEBe obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.
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Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.
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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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Be obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.
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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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Prejudice is a great time saver. You can form opinions without having to get the facts.
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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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There’s no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.
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Most people think of peace as a state of Nothing Bad Happening, or Nothing Much Happening. Yet if peace is to overtake us and make us the gift of serenity and well-being, it will have to be the state of Something Good Happening.
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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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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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We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.
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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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No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
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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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