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Issues Index | Next => John Eberhard Faber was born at Stein, Bavaria on this day in 1822. The family business was pencils, and John and his elder brother Lothar aggressively expanded. Lothar arranged the exclusive rights to the graphite mined in Siberia in 1856, and dispatched John to the United States where he built the first large-scale pencil factory in 1861. In grade school I got a new box of Eberhard Faber #2 pencils every year, somehow the smell of cedar and rubber lingers.
Farming looks mighty easy when your plow is a pencil and you're a thousand miles from the corn field. A #2 pencil and a dream can take you anywhere. I am like a pencil in God's hand. He does the thinking. He does the writing. The pencil has only to be allowed to be used. The average pencil is seven inches long, with just a half-inch eraser - in case you thought optimism was dead. My vocabulary dwells deep in my mind and needs paper to wriggle out into the physical zone. Spontaneous eloquence seems to me a miracle. I have rewritten—often several times—every word I have ever published. My pencils outlast their erasers. All that Hubert needs over there is a gal to answer the phone and a pencil with an eraser on it. Would you like to see quotes like these in your mail tomorrow morning? Our 10,000 loyal subscribers hate to miss a day, perhaps you should sign up now! No cost or obligation, just be open to the enlightenment waiting for you among our 22,500+ quotes.
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