Well,” said Stuart, “a misspelled word is an abomination in the sight of everyone.
E. B. WHITESafety is all well and good: I prefer freedom.
More E. B. White Quotes
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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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Geese are friends to no one, they bad mouth everybody and everything. But they are companionable once you get used to their ingratitude and false accusations.
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Semi-colons only prove that the author has been to college.
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The rat had no morals, no conscience, no scruples, no consideration, no decency, no milk of rodent kindness, no compunctions, no higher feeling, no friendliness, no anything
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From morning till night, sounds drift from the kitchen, most of them familiar and comforting. . . . On days when warmth is the most important need of the human heart, the kitchen is the place you can find it; it dries the wet sock, it cools the hot little brain.
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It is quite possible that an animal has spoken to me and that I didn’t catch the remark because I wasn’t paying attention.
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In every queen there’s a touch of floozy.
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I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
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Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half of the time.
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Writing is both mask and unveiling.
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I am always humbled by the infite ingenuity of the Lord, who can make a red barn cast a blue shadow.
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Never hurry and never worry!
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We’re born, we live a little while, we die. A spider’s life can’t help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. 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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If a man is to be obsessed by something, I suppose a boat is as good as anything, perhaps a bit better than most.
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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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