Never hurry and never worry!
E. B. WHITEStuart 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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I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.
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The whole problem is to establish communication with ones self.
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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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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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Only a person who is congenially self-centered has the effrontery and the stamina to write essays
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Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
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I’ve got a new friend, all right. But what a gamble friendship is! Charlotte is fierce, brutal, scheming, bloodthirsty-everything I don’t like. How can I learn to like her, even though she is pretty and, of course, clever?
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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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In a free country it is the duty of writers to pay no attention to duty.
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One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.
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The whole duty of a writer is to please and satisfy himself, and the true writer always plays to an audience of one.
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Sailors have an expression about the weather: they say the weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human society – things can look dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed.
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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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Understanding humor is like dissecting a live frog. It can be done, but the frog tends to die in the process.
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Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
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