“What’s miraculous about a spider’s web?” said Mrs. Arable. “I don’t see why you say a web is a miracle–it’s just a web.” “Ever try to spin one?” asked Mr. Dorian.
E. B. WHITEIn a man’s middle years there is scarcely a part of the body he would hesitate to turn over to the proper authorities.
More E. B. White Quotes
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A right is a responsibility in reverse.
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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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When an American family becomes separated from its toothbrushes and combs and pajamas for a few hours it considers that it has had quite an adventure.
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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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Democracy is itself, a religious faith. For some it comes close to being the only formal religion they have.
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I believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.
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Use the smallest word that does the job.
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I am still encouraged to go on. I wouldn’t know where else to go.
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“What are they, and where are you?” screamed Wilbur. “Please, please, tell me where you are. And what are salutations?” “Salutations are greetings,” said the voice. “When I say ‘salutations,’ it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning.
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The so-called science of poll-taking is not a science at all but mere necromancy. People are unpredictable by nature, and although you can take a nation’s pulse, you can’t be sure that the nation hasn’t just run up a flight of stairs.
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Luck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.
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In every queen there’s a touch of floozy.
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All writing is communication; creative writing is communication through revelation-it is the Self-escaping into the open.
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The city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something.
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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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