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.
E. B. WHITE
Reading is the work of the alert mind, is demanding, and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy.
More E. B. White Quotes
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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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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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Stuart rose from the ditch, climbed into his car, and started up the road that led toward the north…As he peeked ahead into the great land that stretched before him, the way seemed long. But the sky was bright, and he somehow felt he was headed in the right direction.
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Every morning I awake torn between a desire to save the world and an inclination to savor it. This makes it hard to plan the day. But if we forget to savor the world, what possible reason do we have for saving it? In a way, the savoring must come first.
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I’ve got a new friend, all right. But what a gamble friendship is! Charlotte is fierce, brutal, scheming, bloodthirsty-everything I don’t like. How can I learn to like her, even though she is pretty and, of course, clever?
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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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There is nothing more likely to start disagreement among people or countries than an agreement.
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The essayist is a self-liberated man, sustained by the childish belief that everything he thinks about, everything that happens to him, is of general interest.
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An editor is a person who knows more about writing than writers do but who has escaped the terrible desire to write.
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Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in the swamp – everywhere love and songs and nests and eggs.
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No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
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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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In every queen there’s a touch of floozy.
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