Reading is the work of the alert mind, is demanding, and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy.
E. B. WHITEA poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning.
More E. B. White Quotes
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A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning.
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One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.
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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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Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
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Safety is all well and good: I prefer freedom.
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Nauseous. Nauseated. The first means “sickening to contemplate”; the second means “sick at the stomach.” Do not, therefore, say “I feel nauseous,” unless you are sure you have that effect on others.
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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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I have one share in corporate Earth, and I am nervous about the management.
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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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Extreme cold when it first arrives seems to generate cheerfulness and sociability. For a few hours all life’s dubious problems are dropped in favor of the clear and congenial task of keeping alive.
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Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people– people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book.
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Writing is one way to go about thinking, and the practice and habit of writing not only drain the mind but supply it, too.
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In a free country it is the duty of writers to pay no attention to duty.
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When you say something, make sure you have said it. The chances of your having said it are only fair.
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I am often mad, but I would hate to be nothing but mad: and I think I would lose what little value I may have as a writer if I were to refuse, as a matter of principle, to accept the warming rays of the sun, and to report them, whenever, and if ever, they
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