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A poet’s pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it.

E. B. White

I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.
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Arise Between Desire Enjoy Morning World
Habitually creative people are prepared to be lucky.
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Creative Habitually Lucky People
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
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
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
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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Always Blue Cast Humble Infinite Ingenuity Lord Make Shadow
Well,” said Stuart, “a misspelled word is an abomination in the sight of everyone.
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Abomination Country Everyone Misspeklled People Person Sight Well
There is hardly a waiting room in the east that has not served as my cockpit, whether I was waiting to board a train or to see a dentist. And I am usually still trimming sheets when the train starts or drill begins to whine.
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Begin Cockpit Start Train Trim Usually Wait
Democracy is itself, a religious faith. For some it comes close to being the only formal religion they have.
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Being Close Come Democracy Formal Itself Religion Some
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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Kitchen Living Morning Room Sunday Woodshed
Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
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Car Else Everything Life Somewhere
Make the work interesting and the discipline will take care of itself.
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Atkem Care Discipline Interest Itself Make
Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half of the time.
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Democracy Half More Person Recruitment Suspicion Time
The world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind.
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Childhood Doorway Full Met Mind Open People Since World
Mother: It’s broccoli, dear. — Child: I say it’s spinach, and I say the hell with it.
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Broccoli Child Hell Mother Say Spinach
A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning.
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Add Compress Heihhening Mean Much Music Poem Small Space

A poet’s pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it.

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A poet’s pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it.

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