Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They’ll believe anything they see in print.
E. B. WHITETrust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They’ll believe anything they see in print.
E. B. WHITELuck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.
E. B. WHITEI 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.
E. B. WHITEThere’s no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.
E. B. WHITEThe world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind.
E. B. WHITEWe should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.
E. B. WHITEPrejudice is a great time saver. You can form opinions without having to get the facts.
E. B. WHITEMost 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.
E. B. WHITEI believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.
E. B. WHITEWhen you say something, make sure you have said it. The chances of your having said it are only fair.
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.
E. B. WHITEThe 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
E. B. WHITEAll that I hope to say in books, all that I ever hope to say, is that I love the world.
E. B. WHITEA right is a responsibility in reverse.
E. B. WHITEI am often mad, but I would hate to be nothing but mad: and I think I would lose what little value I may have as a writer if I were to refuse, as a matter of principle, to accept the warming rays of the sun, and to report them, whenever, and if ever, they
E. B. WHITEI’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?
E. B. WHITE