I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. “Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.
E. B. WHITE
Old age is a special problem for me because I’ve never been able to shed the mental image I have of myself – a lad of about 19.
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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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Extreme cold when it first arrives seems to generate cheerfulness and sociability. For a few hours all life’s dubious problems are dropped in favor of the clear and congenial task of keeping alive.
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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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“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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People are, if anything, more touchy about being thought silly than they are about being thought unjust.
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You can dissect a joke just as you can a frog. But it tends to die on you.
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Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
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I don’t know which is more discouraging, literature or chickens.
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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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A despot doesn’t fear eloquent writers preaching freedom- he fears a drunken poet who may crack a joke that will take hold.
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Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people– people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book.
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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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Habitually creative people are prepared to be lucky.
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The whole problem is to establish communication with ones self.
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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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When I get sick of what men do, I have only to walk a few steps in another direction to see what spiders do. Or what the weather does. This sustains me very well indeed.
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