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“What’s miraculous about a spider’s web?” said Mrs. Arable. “I don’t see why you say a web is a miracle–it’s just a web.” “Ever try to spin one?” asked Mr. Dorian.

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I believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.
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Believe Dream Faith People Poet Sing Song
I am still encouraged to go on. I wouldn’t know where else to go.
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Else Encourage Go Know Still Where
The whole problem is to establish communication with ones self.
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Communication Establish One Problem Self Whole
All that I hope to say in books, all that I ever hope to say, is that I love the world.
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All Hope Book Love World
Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half of the time.
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Democracy Half More Person Recruitment Suspicion Time
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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Both Challenge Determine Get Good Time Heel Morning One World
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
A writer’s style reveals something of his spirit, his habits, his capacites, his bias…it is the Self escaping into the open.
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Bias Capacities Escape Habit Open Reveal Self Something Style 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
Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.
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Act Film Grammar Trick Write
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
Life is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can’t erase it.
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Cros Erase Life Like Pen Put Writing
Writing is both mask and unveiling.
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Both Maskm Unveil Write
Democracy is itself, a religious faith. For some it comes close to being the only formal religion they have.
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Being Close Come Democracy Formal Itself Religion Some
Never hurry and never worry!
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Hurry never Worry
There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter.
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“What’s miraculous about a spider’s web?” said Mrs. Arable. “I don’t see why you say a web is a miracle–it’s just a web.” “Ever try to spin one?” asked Mr. Dorian.

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“What’s miraculous about a spider’s web?” said Mrs. Arable. “I don’t see why you say a web is a miracle–it’s just a web.” “Ever try to spin one?” asked Mr. Dorian.

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