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 that I hope to say in books, all that I ever hope to say, is that I love the world.

E. B. White

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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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Compunction Consideration Decency Milk Rat Rodent Scruples
I am still encouraged to go on. I wouldn’t know where else to go.
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Else Go Know Still Where
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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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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Anyone Know Lift Perhaps Trifle
I am always humbled by the infite ingenuity of the Lord, who can make a red barn cast a blue shadow.

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I am always humbled by the infite ingenuity of the Lord, who can make a red barn cast a blue shadow.
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Blue Cast Humble Infinite Ingenuity Make
An editor is a person who knows more about writing than writers do but who has escaped the terrible desire to write.

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An editor is a person who knows more about writing than writers do but who has escaped the terrible desire to write.
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Editor Escape More Write Writer
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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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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Candidate Commit During Easily Political Presential Tour Unconventional
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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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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Amd Mad Nothing Often Think Winter
I believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.

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I believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.
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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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Democracy is itself, a religious faith. For some it comes close to being the only formal religion they have.
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Being Itself Some
From morning till night, sounds drift from the kitchen, most of them familiar and comforting. . . . On days when warmth is the most important need of the human heart, the kitchen is the place you can find it; it dries the wet sock, it cools the hot little brain.

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From morning till night, sounds drift from the kitchen, most of them familiar and comforting. . . . On days when warmth is the most important need of the human heart, the kitchen is the place you can find it; it dries the wet sock, it cools the hot little brain.
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Comfort Familiar Kitchen Most Till
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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Addresses Before Down Heard Just
Books hold most of the secrets of the world, most of the thoughts that men and women have had. And when you are reading a book, you and the author are alone together-just the two of you.

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Books hold most of the secrets of the world, most of the thoughts that men and women have had. And when you are reading a book, you and the author are alone together-just the two of you.
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Most
There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter.

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There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter.
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City Computer First New Roughly Take Three
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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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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Clitch led North Stuart Toward
A schoolchild should be taught grammar-for the same reason that a medical student should study anatomy.

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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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Anatomy Medical Schoolchild Taught
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 Hat

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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