A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer… He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.
E. B. WHITELife is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can’t erase it.
More E. B. White Quotes
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Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
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In a free country it is the duty of writers to pay no attention to duty.
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If a man is to be obsessed by something, I suppose a boat is as good as anything, perhaps a bit better than most.
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We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.
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Reading is the work of the alert mind, is demanding, and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy.
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Good deeds never go unpunished.
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Mother: It’s broccoli, dear. — Child: I say it’s spinach, and I say the hell with it.
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I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
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Every morning I awake torn between a desire to save the world and an inclination to savor it. This makes it hard to plan the day. But if we forget to savor the world, what possible reason do we have for saving it? In a way, the savoring must come first.
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It can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill him, depending a good deal on luck.
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Sailors have an expression about the weather: they say the weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human society – things can look dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed.
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The rat had no morals, no conscience, no scruples, no consideration, no decency, no milk of rodent kindness, no compunctions, no higher feeling, no friendliness, no anything
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Children are game for anything. I throw them hard words, and they backhand them over the net. They love words that give them a hard time, provided they are in a context that absorbs their attention.
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Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in the swamp – everywhere love and songs and nests and eggs.
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I am always humbled by the infite ingenuity of the Lord, who can make a red barn cast a blue shadow.
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