Only a person who is congenially self-centered has the effrontery and the stamina to write essays
E. B. WHITEIn every queen there’s a touch of floozy.
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I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.
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Democracy is itself, a religious faith. For some it comes close to being the only formal religion they have.
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When you say something, make sure you have said it. The chances of your having said it are only fair.
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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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Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half of the time.
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Creation is in part merely the business of forgoing the great and small distractions.
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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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Mother: It’s broccoli, dear. — Child: I say it’s spinach, and I say the hell with it.
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I have noticed that most men when they enter a barber shop and must wait their turn, drop into a chair and pick up a magazine. I simply sit down and pick up the thread of my sea wanderings, which began more than fifty years ago and is not quite ended.
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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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You can dissect a joke just as you can a frog. But it tends to die on you.
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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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A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.
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And then, just as Wilbur was settling down for his morning nap, he heard again the thin voice that had addressed him the night before. “Salutations!” said the voice. Wilbur jumped to his feet. “Salu-what?” he cried. “Salutations!” repeated the voice.
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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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