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
E. B. WHITEThere’s no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.
More E. B. White Quotes
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To achieve style, begin by affecting none.
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A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer… He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.
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Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They’ll believe anything they see in print.
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Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.
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The world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind.
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Books 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.
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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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A despot doesn’t fear eloquent writers preaching freedom- he fears a drunken poet who may crack a joke that will take hold.
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Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.
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Extreme 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.
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All that I hope to say in books, all that I ever hope to say, is that I love the world.
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By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.
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A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning.
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When I get sick of what men do, I have only to walk a few steps in another direction to see what spiders do. Or what the weather does. This sustains me very well indeed.
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In a man’s middle years there is scarcely a part of the body he would hesitate to turn over to the proper authorities.
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