Life’s meaning has always eluded me and I guess always will. But I love it just the same.
E. B. WHITE
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.
More E. B. White Quotes
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Life’s meaning has always eluded me and I guess always will. But I love it just the same.
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When you say something, make sure you have said it. The chances of your having said it are only fair.
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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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The whole duty of a writer is to please and satisfy himself, and the true writer always plays to an audience of one.
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Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They’ll believe anything they see in print.
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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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Fern was up at daylight, trying to rid the world of injustice. As a result, she now has a pig. A small one to be sure, but nevertheless a pig. It just shows what can happen if a person gets out of bed promptly.
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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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Mother: It’s broccoli, dear. — Child: I say it’s spinach, and I say the hell with it.
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