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. WHITELife is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can’t erase it.
More E. B. White Quotes
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A candidate could easily commit political suicide if he were to come up with an unconventional thought during a presidential tour.
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Writing is both mask and unveiling.
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Sailors have an expression about the weather: they say the weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human society – things can look dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed.
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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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You can dissect a joke just as you can a frog. But it tends to die on you.
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When you say something, make sure you have said it. The chances of your having said it are only fair.
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Fern was up at daylight, trying to rid the world of injustice. As a result, she now has a pig. A small one to be sure, but nevertheless a pig. It just shows what can happen if a person gets out of bed promptly.
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I 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.
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Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
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Be obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.
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Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.
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A poet’s pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it.
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Habitually creative people are prepared 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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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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