Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.
E. B. WHITEIt is quite possible that an animal has spoken to me and that I didn’t catch the remark because I wasn’t paying attention.
More E. B. White Quotes
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Democracy is itself, a religious faith. For some it comes close to being the only formal religion they have.
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A writer’s style reveals something of his spirit, his habits, his capacites, his bias…it is the Self escaping into the open.
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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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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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It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer.
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Books hold most of the secrets of the world, most of the thoughts that men and women have had. And when you are reading a book, you and the author are alone together-just the two of you.
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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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I have one share in corporate Earth, and I am nervous about the management.
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English usage is sometimes more than mere taste, judgment and education – sometimes it’s sheer luck, like getting across the street.
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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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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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One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.
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Never hurry and never worry!
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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?
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The world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind.
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