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As time passed and he grew to know people better, he began to think of himself as an extraordinary man, one set apart from his fellows. He wanted terribly to make his life a thing of great importance, and as he looked about at his fellow men and saw how like clods they lived it seemed to him that he could not bear to become also such a clod.

Sherwood Anderson

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Sherwood Anderson
Age: 64 †
Born: 1876
Born: September 13
Died: 1941
Died: March 8
Novelist
Writer
Buck Fever
Think
Also
Extraordinary
Terribly
Thinking
Better
Bears
Passed
Life
Wanted
Importance
Fellow
Like
Great
Looked
Fellows
People
Thing
Lived
Apart
Make
Saws
Began
Men
Grew
Bear
Clods
Time
Become
Seemed
Clod

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All good New Orleanians go to look at the Mississippi at least once a day. At night it is like creeping into a dark bedroom to look at a sleeping child--something of that sort--gives you the same warm nice feeling, I mean.
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Those who are to follow the arts should have a training in what is called poverty. Given a comfortable middle-class start in life, the artist is almost sure to end up by becoming a bellyacher, constantly complaining because the public does not rush forward at once to proclaim him.
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Work accomplished means little. It is in the past. What we all want is the glorious and living present.
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Above all avoid taking the advice of men who have no brains and do not know what they are talking about.
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Wait and wait. Most people's lives are spent waiting.
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