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.
E. B. WHITEEnglish usage is sometimes more than mere taste, judgment and education – sometimes it’s sheer luck, like getting across the street.
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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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One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.
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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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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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It is quite possible that an animal has spoken to me and that I didn’t catch the remark because I wasn’t paying attention.
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There is nothing more likely to start disagreement among people or countries than an agreement.
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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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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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People are, if anything, more touchy about being thought silly than they are about being thought unjust.
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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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When you say something, make sure you have said it. The chances of your having said it are only fair.
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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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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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Safety is all well and good: I prefer freedom.
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Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
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