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Reading is the work of the alert mind, is demanding, and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy.

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There’s no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.
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Account Another Complicated Lead Limit Thing
The best writing is rewriting.
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Best Rewriting Write
Most people think of peace as a state of Nothing Bad Happening, or Nothing Much Happening. Yet if peace is to overtake us and make us the gift of serenity and well-being, it will have to be the state of Something Good Happening.
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Bad Happen Happening Most Much Nothing Peace People State Think
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
Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They’ll believe anything they see in print.
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Belief Country Gullible People Person Print See Trust
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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Daylight Fern Injustice Nevertheless Now One Pig Result Small Sure Try World
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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Around Barn Bird Day Early Everywhere Field House Jubilee Summer Swamp Time Wood
Sailors have an expression about the weather: they say the weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human society – things can look dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed.
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Bluffer Expression Great Guess Human Sailor Same Society True Weather
“What are they, and where are you?” screamed Wilbur. “Please, please, tell me where you are. And what are salutations?” “Salutations are greetings,” said the voice. “When I say ‘salutations,’ it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning.
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Fancy Good Morning Salutation Scream What
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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Practice Silly Think Thought Unjust Way Write
Oh, I never look under the hood.
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Hood never Took Under
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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Alive Book Company Good Hiding Manage People Sad Stay Times
Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
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Before Bloom Come Seed Through
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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Childish Essayist Everything Happen Liberate Self Sustain Think
Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
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Another Day Hang Hat Hope Tomorrow Wind
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

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