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. WHITE
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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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E. B. WhiteE. B. White 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. WhiteE. B. White “What’s miraculous about a spider’s web?” said Mrs. Arable. “I don’t see why you say a web is a miracle–it’s just a web.” “Ever try to spin one?” asked Mr. Dorian.
E. B. WhiteE. B. White Life is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can’t erase it.
E. B. WhiteE. B. White 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?
E. B. WhiteE. B. White You’re terrific as far as I am concerned.
E. B. WhiteE. B. White 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.
E. B. WhiteE. B. White Only a person who is congenially self-centered has the effrontery and the stamina to write essays
E. B. WhiteE. B. White It is Sunday, mid-morning-Sunday in the living room, Sunday in the kitchen, Sunday in the woodshed, Sunday down the road in the village: I hear the bells, calling me to share God’s grace.
E. B. WhiteE. B. White Habitually creative people are prepared to be lucky.
E. B. WhiteE. B. White Salutations; it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning
E. B. WhiteE. B. White Nationalism has two fatal charms for its devotees: It presupposes local self-sufficiency, which is a pleasant and desirable condition, and it suggests, very subtly, a certain personal superiority by reason of one’s belonging to a place which is definable and familiar, as against a place that is strange, remote.
E. B. WhiteE. B. White Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.
E. B. WhiteE. B. White Be obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.
E. B. WhiteE. B. White I am still encouraged to go on. I wouldn’t know where else to go.
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