We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.
E. B. WHITEI admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.
More E. B. White Quotes
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Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half of the time.
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Democracy is itself, a religious faith. For some it comes close to being the only formal religion they have.
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It can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill him, depending a good deal on luck.
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The best writing is rewriting.
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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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The so-called science of poll-taking is not a science at all but mere necromancy. People are unpredictable by nature, and although you can take a nation’s pulse, you can’t be sure that the nation hasn’t just run up a flight of stairs.
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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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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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You can dissect a joke just as you can a frog. But it tends to die on you.
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Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
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A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.
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Salutations; it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning
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I have noticed that most men when they enter a barber shop and must wait their turn, drop into a chair and pick up a magazine. I simply sit down and pick up the thread of my sea wanderings, which began more than fifty years ago and is not quite ended.
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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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