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I have noticed that most men when they enter a barber shop and must wait their turn, drop into a chair and pick up a magazine. I simply sit down and pick up the thread of my sea wanderings, which began more than fifty years ago and is not quite ended.

E. B. White

I have noticed that most men when they enter a barber shop and must wait their turn, drop into a chair and pick up a magazine. I simply sit down and pick up the thread of my sea wanderings, which began more than fifty years ago and is not quite ended.
E. B. WHITE

Barber Chair Drop Enter Magazine Men Most Notice Pick Shop Wait
From morning till night, sounds drift from the kitchen, most of them familiar and comforting. . . . On days when warmth is the most important need of the human heart, the kitchen is the place you can find it; it dries the wet sock, it cools the hot little brain.
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Comfort Familiar Kitchen Morning Most Night Sound Till
Luck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.
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Luck Made Men Mention Presence Self Something
Life’s meaning has always eluded me and I guess always will. But I love it just the same.
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Always Eluded Let Love Make Same
“What’s miraculous about a spider’s web?” said Mrs. Arable. “I don’t see why you say a web is a miracle–it’s just a web.” “Ever try to spin one?” asked Mr. Dorian.
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Ever Miraculous Say See Spider Try Web
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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Even Give Grape Laundry Long Only Pick Run Sort Us
Democracy is itself, a religious faith. For some it comes close to being the only formal religion they have.
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Being Close Come Democracy Formal Itself Religion Some
All writing is communication; creative writing is communication through revelation-it is the Self-escaping into the open.
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Communication Creative Escape Open Revelation Self Write Writing
The city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something.
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City Country Day Each Locust Person Something Somewhere
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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Alive Book Company Good Hiding Manage People Sad Stay Times
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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Arise Between Desire Enjoy Morning World
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
Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.
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Always Lookout Presence Wonder
Most people think of peace as a state of Nothing Bad Happening, or Nothing Much Happening. Yet if peace is to overtake us and make us the gift of serenity and well-being, it will have to be the state of Something Good Happening.
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Bad Happen Happening Most Much Nothing Peace People State Think
Children are game for anything. I throw them hard words, and they backhand them over the net. They love words that give them a hard time, provided they are in a context that absorbs their attention.
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Anything Background Children Game Hand Net Over Them Throw Word
Make the work interesting and the discipline will take care of itself.
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Atkem Care Discipline Interest Itself Make

I have noticed that most men when they enter a barber shop and must wait their turn, drop into a chair and pick up a magazine. I simply sit down and pick up the thread of my sea wanderings, which began more than fifty years ago and is not quite ended.

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I have noticed that most men when they enter a barber shop and must wait their turn, drop into a chair and pick up a magazine. I simply sit down and pick up the thread of my sea wanderings, which began more than fifty years ago and is not quite ended.

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