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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.

E. B. White

I believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.
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Believe Dream Faith People Poet Sing Song
It is Sunday, mid-morning-Sunday in the living room, Sunday in the kitchen, Sunday in the woodshed, Sunday down the road in the village: I hear the bells, calling me to share God’s grace.
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Kitchen Living Morning Room Sunday Woodshed
I have one share in corporate Earth, and I am nervous about the management.
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Corporate Earth Management Nervous
“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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Fancy Good Morning Salutation Scream What
In a man’s middle years there is scarcely a part of the body he would hesitate to turn over to the proper authorities.
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Authority Body Hesitate Man Middle Over Part Proper Scarcely
Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half of the time.
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Democracy Half More Person Recruitment Suspicion Time
The rat had no morals, no conscience, no scruples, no consideration, no decency, no milk of rodent kindness, no compunctions, no higher feeling, no friendliness, no anything
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Compunction Conscience Consideration Decency Kindness Milk Moral Rat Rodent Scruples
Nationalism has two fatal charms for its devotees: It presupposes local self-sufficiency, which is a pleasant and desirable condition, and it suggests, very subtly, a certain personal superiority by reason of one’s belonging to a place which is definable and familiar, as against a place that is strange, remote.
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Charm Condition Desirable Devotees Fatal Local Nationalism Prepossess Self Sufficiency Two
The whole problem is to establish communication with ones self.
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Communication Establish One Problem Self Whole
Make the work interesting and the discipline will take care of itself.
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Atkem Care Discipline Interest Itself Make
A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus.
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Good Handy Humus Less More Nothing Sense Than Time
I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. “Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.
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About Advice Beat Neighbour Remind Stop Till Worry
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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Age Been Image Mental Myself never Nineteen Old Problem Shed Special
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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Children Country Dearly Ever Forget Grandmother never New None People Peron Quote Spider
Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
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Bad Hard Health Work Writing
There is nothing harder to estimate than a writer’s time, nothing harder to keep track of. There are moments—moments of sustained creation—when his time is fairly valuable; and there are hours and hours when a writer’s time isn’t worth the paper he is not writing anything on.
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Estimate Harder Keep Nothing Of Time Track

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