The whole problem is to establish communication with ones self.
E. B. WHITEA right is a responsibility in reverse.
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One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.
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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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In every queen there’s a touch of floozy.
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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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Geese are friends to no one, they bad mouth everybody and everything. But they are companionable once you get used to their ingratitude and false accusations.
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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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Make the work interesting and the discipline will take care of itself.
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Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They’ll believe anything they see in print.
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A schoolchild should be taught grammar-for the same reason that a medical student should study anatomy.
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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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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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I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. “Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.
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Life’s meaning has always eluded me and I guess always will. But I love it just the same.
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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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Loneliness is a strange gift.
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