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It is Sunday, mid-morning-Sunday in the living room, Sunday in the kitchen, Sunday in the woodshed, Sunday down the road in the village: I hear the bells, calling me to share God’s grace.

E. B. White

Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart. She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.
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Children Country Dearly Ever Forget Grandmother never New None People Peron Quote Spider
Luck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.
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Luck Made Men Mention Presence Self 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
Fern was up at daylight, trying to rid the world of injustice. As a result, she now has a pig. A small one to be sure, but nevertheless a pig. It just shows what can happen if a person gets out of bed promptly.
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Daylight Fern Injustice Nevertheless Now One Pig Result Small Sure Try World
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
Nauseous. Nauseated. The first means “sickening to contemplate”; the second means “sick at the stomach.” Do not, therefore, say “I feel nauseous,” unless you are sure you have that effect on others.
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Contemplate Country Eman People Person Place Second Sick Stomach
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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Even Give Grape Laundry Long Only Pick Run Sort Us
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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Bad Happen Happening Most Much Nothing Peace People State Think
From morning till night, sounds drift from the kitchen, most of them familiar and comforting. . . . On days when warmth is the most important need of the human heart, the kitchen is the place you can find it; it dries the wet sock, it cools the hot little brain.
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Comfort Familiar Kitchen Morning Most Night Sound Till
I have one share in corporate Earth, and I am nervous about the management.
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Corporate Earth Management Nervous
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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Absorb Concern Heart Himself Stir Typewriter Writer
It is Sunday, mid-morning-Sunday in the living room, Sunday in the kitchen, Sunday in the woodshed, Sunday down the road in the village: I hear the bells, calling me to share God’s grace.
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Kitchen Living Morning Room Sunday Woodshed
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
Stuart rose from the ditch, climbed into his car, and started up the road that led toward the north…As he peeked ahead into the great land that stretched before him, the way seemed long. But the sky was bright, and he somehow felt he was headed in the right direction.
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Climb Clitch led North Problem Road Rose Start Stuart Toward
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
Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.
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Crack Found Genius More One Whole

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