Use the smallest word that does the job.
E. B. WHITEReading is the work of the alert mind, is demanding, and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy.
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Nationalism has two fatal charms for its devotees: It presupposes local self-sufficiency, which is a pleasant and desirable condition, and it suggests, very subtly, a certain personal superiority by reason of one’s belonging to a place which is definable and familiar, as against a place that is strange, remote.
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The rat had no morals, no conscience, no scruples, no consideration, no decency, no milk of rodent kindness, no compunctions, no higher feeling, no friendliness, no anything
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Well,” said Stuart, “a misspelled word is an abomination in the sight of everyone.
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Stuart rose from the ditch, climbed into his car, and started up the road that led toward the north…As he peeked ahead into the great land that stretched before him, the way seemed long. But the sky was bright, and he somehow felt he was headed in the right direction.
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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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You can dissect a joke just as you can a frog. But it tends to die on you.
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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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Salutations; it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning
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Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
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Prejudice is a great time saver. You can form opinions without having to get the facts.
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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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If a man is to be obsessed by something, I suppose a boat is as good as anything, perhaps a bit better than most.
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Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.
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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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English usage is sometimes more than mere taste, judgment and education – sometimes it’s sheer luck, like getting across the street.
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The whole problem is to establish communication with ones self.
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The world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind.
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Creation is in part merely the business of forgoing the great and small distractions.
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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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“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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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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Children are game for anything. I throw them hard words, and they backhand them over the net. They love words that give them a hard time, provided they are in a context that absorbs their attention.
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I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.
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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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Democracy is itself, a religious faith. For some it comes close to being the only formal religion they have.
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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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