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“I believe firmly in plodding. Productivity is more a matter of diligent, long-distance hiking than it is one-hundred-yard dashing. Doing a little bit now is far better than hoping to do a lot on the morrow. So redeem the fifteen minute spaces. Chip away at it.”

Book:Wordsmithy: Hot Tips for the Writing Life

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Wordsmithy: Hot Tips for the Writing Life

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Douglas Wilson

Douglas Wilson, born on June 18, 1953, is a prominent pastor with a significant influence in the Christian community. Known for his profound theological research and extensive pastoral experience, he has made a lasting impact in the field of Reformed theology. more

“Till the last moment they dress a man up in peacock's feathers, till the last moment they hope for the good and not the bad; and though they may have premonitions of the other side of the coin, for the life of them they will not utter a real word beforehand; the thought alone makes them cringe; they wave the truth away with both hands, till the very moment when the man they've decked out so finely sticks their noses in it with his own two hands.”

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Book:Crime and Punishment

Source: Crime and Punishment

“Iron sharpeneth iron; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend.' (Prov. 27:17) In a similar way that conversation sharpens a man's countenance, conversation with men throughout history sharpens a man's mind... If this is the case, and it is, then a point should be made to seek out profitable companions in a disciplined fashion throughout your life with books.”

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Book:Wordsmithy: Hot Tips for the Writing Life

Source: Wordsmithy: Hot Tips for the Writing Life

“Whenever you see an oasis, remember the earth's position in space because earth is our oasis in space!”

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Author:Mehmet Murat Ildan

“I listened as the insects began to hum from the oasis, loud even from the distance we were at. The stars began to wink and blink above us as the last vestiges of sunlight slipped behind the horizon. A desert wolf sent up a howl, its pack answering it with feral glee at the moon’s appearance. It was magical, the coming together of day and night, a complicated dance of light and dark. Small and large, everything seemed to be awake at twilight, praising Nicar for another day—whether rising to enjoy the night, or bedding down to rest.”