All that I hope to say in books, all that I ever hope to say, is that I love the world.
E. B. WHITEAll that I hope to say in books, all that I ever hope to say, is that I love the world.
E. B. WHITEIs there anything in the universe more beautiful and protective than the simple complexity of a spider’s web?
E. B. WHITEBy helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.
E. B. WHITEA writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.
E. B. WHITEWe should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.
E. B. WHITEI would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.
E. B. WHITEWriting is both mask and unveiling.
E. B. WHITESalutations; it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning
E. B. WHITEMost 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. WHITEA writer should concern himself with whatever absorbs his fancy, stirs his heart, and unlimbers his typewriter. … A writer has the duty to be good, not lousy: true, not false; lively, not dull; accurate, not full of error. He should tend to lift people up, not lower them down.
E. B. WHITEIf a man is to be obsessed by something, I suppose a boat is as good as anything, perhaps a bit better than most.
E. B. WHITEReading is the work of the alert mind, is demanding, and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy.
E. B. WHITEI have noticed that most men when they enter a barber shop and must wait their turn, drop into a chair and pick up a magazine. I simply sit down and pick up the thread of my sea wanderings, which began more than fifty years ago and is not quite ended.
E. B. WHITELuck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.
E. B. WHITEGenius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.
E. B. WHITETelevision 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.
E. B. WHITE