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"Nice passion is reading."
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"You can't live on amusement. It is the froth on water - an inch deep and then the mud."
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"Angling is just a way of relaxing and escaping in the countryside."
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"Humorists can never start to take themselves seriously. It's literary suicide."
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"Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure."
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"Reading is of course dry work, and further refreshment was called for and consumed."
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"Fishing, with me, has always been an excuse to drink in the daytime."
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"I think I'd struggle to get excited by synchronised swimming."
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"Reading... a vacation for the mind...."
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"They had spent a year in France for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together."
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"I suppose that there's a caddish streak in every man that runs crosswise across his character and disposition and general outlook."
Personality
"The easiest way to get a reputation is to go outside the fold, shout around for a few years as a violent atheist or a dangerous radical, and then crawl back to the shelter."
Opinion
"For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming."
Poetry
"An author ought to write for the youth of his own generation, the critics of the next, and the schoolmaster of ever afterwards."
Relationship
"Speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again."
Politics
"No decent career was ever founded on a public."
Career
"It's not a slam at you when people are rude, it's a slam at the people they've met before."
People
"Riches have never fascinated me, unless combined with the greatest charm or distinction."
Money
"Most of the big shore places were closed now. And there were hardly any lights except the shadowy, moving glow of the ferryboat across the sound. And as the moon rose higher, the inessential houses began to melt away till gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors' eyes, A fresh green breast of the new world. Its vanished trees had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams. For a transitory, enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent. Face to face, for the last time in history, with something commensurate to its capacity for wonder."
Reflection
"When people are taken out of their depths they lose their heads, no matter how charming a bluff they may put up."
People
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