A writer’s style reveals something of his spirit, his habits, his capacites, his bias…it is the Self escaping into the open.
E. B. WHITEIn a free country it is the duty of writers to pay no attention to duty.
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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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Understanding humor is like dissecting a live frog. It can be done, but the frog tends to die in the process.
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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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Writing is one way to go about thinking, and the practice and habit of writing not only drain the mind but supply it, too.
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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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Is there anything in the universe more beautiful and protective than the simple complexity of a spider’s web?
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Fern was up at daylight, trying to rid the world of injustice. As a result, she now has a pig. A small one to be sure, but nevertheless a pig. It just shows what can happen if a person gets out of bed promptly.
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Make the work interesting and the discipline will take care of itself.
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I have one share in corporate Earth, and I am nervous about the management.
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A schoolchild should be taught grammar-for the same reason that a medical student should study anatomy.
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Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.
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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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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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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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Life is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can’t erase it.
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