In a man’s middle years there is scarcely a part of the body he would hesitate to turn over to the proper authorities.
E. B. WHITEBooks 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.
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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Mother: It’s broccoli, dear. — Child: I say it’s spinach, and I say the hell with it.
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It can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill him, depending a good deal on luck.
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I get up every morning determined to both change the world and to have one hell of a good time. Sometimes, this makes planning the day difficult.
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Most people think of peace as a state of Nothing Bad Happening, or Nothing Much Happening. Yet if peace is to overtake us and make us the gift of serenity and well-being, it will have to be the state of Something Good Happening.
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The whole duty of a writer is to please and satisfy himself, and the true writer always plays to an audience of one.
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Well,” said Stuart, “a misspelled word is an abomination in the sight of everyone.
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Television 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.
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Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
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Good deeds never go unpunished.
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Books hold most of the secrets of the world, most of the thoughts that men and women have had. And when you are reading a book, you and the author are alone together-just the two of you.
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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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No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.
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Luck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.
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The rat had no morals, no conscience, no scruples, no consideration, no decency, no milk of rodent kindness, no compunctions, no higher feeling, no friendliness, no anything
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