Make the work interesting and the discipline will take care of itself.
E. B. WHITEA 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.
More E. B. White Quotes
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A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus.
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Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.
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Salutations; it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning
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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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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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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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One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.
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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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It is quite possible that an animal has spoken to me and that I didn’t catch the remark because I wasn’t paying attention.
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I’ve got a new friend, all right. But what a gamble friendship is! Charlotte is fierce, brutal, scheming, bloodthirsty-everything I don’t like. How can I learn to like her, even though she is pretty and, of course, clever?
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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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Luck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.
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In a man’s middle years there is scarcely a part of the body he would hesitate to turn over to the proper authorities.
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Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in the swamp – everywhere love and songs and nests and eggs.
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Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They’ll believe anything they see in print.
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