And then, just as Wilbur was settling down for his morning nap, he heard again the thin voice that had addressed him the night before. “Salutations!” said the voice. Wilbur jumped to his feet. “Salu-what?” he cried. “Salutations!” repeated the voice.
E. B. WHITELuck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.
More E. B. White Quotes
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Semi-colons only prove that the author has been to college.
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It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer.
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Salutations; it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning
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A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus.
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Luck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.
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Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’ ‘You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.
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Life is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can’t erase it.
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I have one share in corporate Earth, and I am nervous about the management.
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Good deeds never go unpunished.
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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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Oh, I never look under the hood.
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Use the smallest word that does the job.
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We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.
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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.
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A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning.
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