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Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half of the time. Elwyn Brooks White
All we need is a meteorologist who has once been soaked to the skin without ill effect. No one can write knowingly of the weather who walks bent over on wet days. Elwyn Brooks White
We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry. Elwyn Brooks White
I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority. Elwyn Brooks White
I can only assume that your editorial writer tripped over the First Amendment and thought it was the office cat. Elwyn Brooks White
The critic leaves at curtain fall To find, in starting to review it, He scarcely saw the play at all For starting to review it. Elwyn Brooks White
Whatever else an American believes or disbelieves about himself, he is absolutely sure he has a sense of humor. Elwyn Brooks White
When you have a girlfriend, there are many things that are irritating every day, every night. I'm sure it's different for everyone, but when you fight, it gets really annoying. G-Dragon
If God, as some now say, is dead, He no doubt died of trying to find an equitable solution to the Arab-Jewish problem. I.F. Stone
My spelling is Wobbly. It's good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the wrong places. Alan Alexander Milne
There have been so many incredible moments since the start of this organization. One that stands out specifically is when an anonymous businessman triple-matched our donation to Memorial Sloan Kettering after our NYC event. Yael Cohen
With acting, I started very young, and I'd performed for a lot of children in boarding schools, late at night after the dormitory lights were out. I'd have a flashlight, and I'd be Count Dracula, or Shakespeare, or Yogi Bear, and leap from bunk to bunk. I loved the laughter; I liked the way it made people feel. C. C. H. Pounder