There’s no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.
E. B. WHITEIt can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill him, depending a good deal on luck.
More E. B. White Quotes
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Is there anything in the universe more beautiful and protective than the simple complexity of a spider’s web?
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Good deeds never go unpunished.
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I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. “Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.
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Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They’ll believe anything they see in print.
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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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I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.
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Make the work interesting and the discipline will take care of itself.
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Salutations; it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning
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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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Mother: It’s broccoli, dear. — Child: I say it’s spinach, and I say the hell with it.
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No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.
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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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Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
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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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