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.
E. B. WHITEExtreme 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.
More E. B. White Quotes
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You’re terrific as far as I am concerned.
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Life is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can’t erase it.
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Only a person who is congenially self-centered has the effrontery and the stamina to write essays
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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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It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer.
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I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
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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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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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It can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill him, depending a good deal on luck.
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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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Reading is the work of the alert mind, is demanding, and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy.
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A really companionable and indispensable dog is an accident of nature. You can’t get it by breeding for it, and you can’t buy it with money. It just happens along.
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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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Oh, I never look under the hood.
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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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