Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They’ll believe anything they see in print.
E. B. WHITEIs there anything in the universe more beautiful and protective than the simple complexity of a spider’s web?
More E. B. White Quotes
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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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Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.
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By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.
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It is Sunday, mid-morning-Sunday in the living room, Sunday in the kitchen, Sunday in the woodshed, Sunday down the road in the village: I hear the bells, calling me to share God’s grace.
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It is quite possible that an animal has spoken to me and that I didn’t catch the remark because I wasn’t paying attention.
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The world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind.
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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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All writing is communication; creative writing is communication through revelation-it is the Self-escaping into the open.
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Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.
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A writer’s style reveals something of his spirit, his habits, his capacites, his bias…it is the Self escaping into the open.
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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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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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I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.
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You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what’s a life, anyway?
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The best writing is rewriting.
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A poet’s pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it.
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No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
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The essayist is a self-liberated man, sustained by the childish belief that everything he thinks about, everything that happens to him, is of general interest.
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In every queen there’s a touch of floozy.
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Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
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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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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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In a free country it is the duty of writers to pay no attention to duty.
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No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.
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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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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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