When you say something, make sure you have said it. The chances of your having said it are only fair.
E. B. WHITEIn a man’s middle years there is scarcely a part of the body he would hesitate to turn over to the proper authorities.
More E. B. White Quotes
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You can dissect a joke just as you can a frog. But it tends to die on you.
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A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning.
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Old age is a special problem for me because I’ve never been able to shed the mental image I have of myself – a lad of about 19.
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Use the smallest word that does the job.
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Safety is all well and good: I prefer freedom.
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Well,” said Stuart, “a misspelled word is an abomination in the sight of everyone.
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An editor is a person who knows more about writing than writers do but who has escaped the terrible desire to write.
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The city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something.
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English usage is sometimes more than mere taste, judgment and education – sometimes it’s sheer luck, like getting across the street.
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“What are they, and where are you?” screamed Wilbur. “Please, please, tell me where you are. And what are salutations?” “Salutations are greetings,” said the voice. “When I say ‘salutations,’ it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning.
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Geese are friends to no one, they bad mouth everybody and everything. But they are companionable once you get used to their ingratitude and false accusations.
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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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Life’s meaning has always eluded me and I guess always will. But I love it just the same.
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Books hold most of the secrets of the world, most of the thoughts that men and women have had. And when you are reading a book, you and the author are alone together-just the two of you.
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Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart. She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.
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