People are, if anything, more touchy about being thought silly than they are about being thought unjust.
E. B. WHITEWe 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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I have one share in corporate Earth, and I am nervous about the management.
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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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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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One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.
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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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No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.
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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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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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Be obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.
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Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
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Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people– people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book.
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I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.
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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 candidate could easily commit political suicide if he were to come up with an unconventional thought during a presidential tour.
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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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