Be obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.
E. B. WHITE
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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Be obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.
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Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
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Habitually creative people are prepared to be lucky.
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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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“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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When I get sick of what men do, I have only to walk a few steps in another direction to see what spiders do. Or what the weather does. This sustains me very well indeed.
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Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
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Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
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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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The main thing I try to do is write as clearly as I can. I rewrite a good deal to make it clear.
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I get up every morning determined to both change the world and to have one hell of a good time. Sometimes, this makes planning the day difficult.
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Salutations; it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning
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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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Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart. She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.
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We’re born, we live a little while, we die. A spider’s life can’t help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. 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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I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.
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