Understanding humor is like dissecting a live frog. It can be done, but the frog tends to die in the process.
E. B. WHITEI 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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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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The whole problem is to establish communication with ones self.
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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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Well,” said Stuart, “a misspelled word is an abomination in the sight of everyone.
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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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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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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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Life is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can’t erase it.
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Fern was up at daylight, trying to rid the world of injustice. As a result, she now has a pig. A small one to be sure, but nevertheless a pig. It just shows what can happen if a person gets out of bed promptly.
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When I get sick of what men do, I have only to walk a few steps in another direction to see what spiders do. Or what the weather does. This sustains me very well indeed.
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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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There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter.
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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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Semi-colons only prove that the author has been to college.
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Safety is all well and good: I prefer freedom.
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