Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
E. B. WHITEIt 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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Every 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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I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.
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Writing is both mask and unveiling.
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Habitually creative people are prepared to be lucky.
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A candidate could easily commit political suicide if he were to come up with an unconventional thought during a presidential tour.
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Use the smallest word that does the job.
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Creation is in part merely the business of forgoing the great and small distractions.
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It can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill him, depending a good deal on luck.
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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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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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I am still encouraged to go on. I wouldn’t know where else to go.
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The whole problem is to establish communication with ones self.
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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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I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
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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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