No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
E. B. WHITELoneliness is a strange gift.
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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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Well,” said Stuart, “a misspelled word is an abomination in the sight of everyone.
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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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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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Creation is in part merely the business of forgoing the great and small distractions.
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I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. “Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.
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Habitually creative people are prepared to be lucky.
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Loneliness is a strange gift.
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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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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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Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half of the time.
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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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To achieve style, begin by affecting none.
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Nauseous. Nauseated. The first means “sickening to contemplate”; the second means “sick at the stomach.” Do not, therefore, say “I feel nauseous,” unless you are sure you have that effect on others.
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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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