Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’ ‘You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.
E. B. WHITEWe’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 see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
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A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus.
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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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It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer.
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The world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind.
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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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Old age is a special problem for me because I’ve never been able to shed the mental image I have of myself – a lad of about 19.
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I am often mad, but I would hate to be nothing but mad: and I think I would lose what little value I may have as a writer if I were to refuse, as a matter of principle, to accept the warming rays of the sun, and to report them, whenever, and if ever, they
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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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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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A writer’s style reveals something of his spirit, his habits, his capacites, his bias…it is the Self escaping into the open.
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Stuart rose from the ditch, climbed into his car, and started up the road that led toward the north…As he peeked ahead into the great land that stretched before him, the way seemed long. But the sky was bright, and he somehow felt he was headed in the right direction.
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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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Semi-colons only prove that the author has been to college.
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All that I hope to say in books, all that I ever hope to say, is that I love the world.
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