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
E. B. WHITEThe world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind.
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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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A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer… He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.
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Use the smallest word that does the job.
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Salutations; it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning
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The so-called science of poll-taking is not a science at all but mere necromancy. People are unpredictable by nature, and although you can take a nation’s pulse, you can’t be sure that the nation hasn’t just run up a flight of stairs.
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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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We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.
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Habitually creative people are prepared to be lucky.
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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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Democracy is itself, a religious faith. For some it comes close to being the only formal religion they have.
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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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When an American family becomes separated from its toothbrushes and combs and pajamas for a few hours it considers that it has had quite an adventure.
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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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Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They’ll believe anything they see in print.
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It can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill him, depending a good deal on luck.
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