I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. “Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.
E. B. WHITETelevision will enormously enlarge the eye’s range, and, like radio, will advertise the Elsewhere. Together with the tabs, the mags, and the movies, it will insist that we forget the primary and the near in favor of the secondary and the remote.
More E. B. White Quotes
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Luck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.
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Semi-colons only prove that the author has been to college.
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From morning till night, sounds drift from the kitchen, most of them familiar and comforting. . . . On days when warmth is the most important need of the human heart, the kitchen is the place you can find it; it dries the wet sock, it cools the hot little brain.
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Be obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.
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Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.
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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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The best writing is rewriting.
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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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There’s no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.
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Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.
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Well,” said Stuart, “a misspelled word is an abomination in the sight of everyone.
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Understanding humor is like dissecting a live frog. It can be done, but the frog tends to die in the process.
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Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
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I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.
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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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