A writer’s style reveals something of his spirit, his habits, his capacites, his bias…it is the Self escaping into the open.
E. B. WHITEWriting is one way to go about thinking, and the practice and habit of writing not only drain the mind but supply it, too.
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A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning.
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Writing is one way to go about thinking, and the practice and habit of writing not only drain the mind but supply it, too.
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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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Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
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No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.
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Fern was up at daylight, trying to rid the world of injustice. As a result, she now has a pig. A small one to be sure, but nevertheless a pig. It just shows what can happen if a person gets out of bed promptly.
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Mother: It’s broccoli, dear. — Child: I say it’s spinach, and I say the hell with it.
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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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Never hurry and never worry!
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If a man is to be obsessed by something, I suppose a boat is as good as anything, perhaps a bit better than most.
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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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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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I have noticed that most men when they enter a barber shop and must wait their turn, drop into a chair and pick up a magazine. I simply sit down and pick up the thread of my sea wanderings, which began more than fifty years ago and is not quite ended.
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A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.
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Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people– people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book.
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