The whole problem is to establish communication with ones self.
E. B. WHITEI am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. “Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.
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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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All writing is communication; creative writing is communication through revelation-it is the Self-escaping into the open.
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It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer.
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Is there anything in the universe more beautiful and protective than the simple complexity of a spider’s web?
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An editor is a person who knows more about writing than writers do but who has escaped the terrible desire to write.
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No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.
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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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When you say something, make sure you have said it. The chances of your having said it are only fair.
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A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus.
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Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’ ‘You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.
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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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To achieve style, begin by affecting none.
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People are, if anything, more touchy about being thought silly than they are about being thought unjust.
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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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I believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.
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