A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.
E. B. WHITEA writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.
E. B. WHITENo one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.
E. B. WHITEA poet dares be just so clear and no clearer… He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.
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. WHITENauseous. Nauseated. The first means “sickening to contemplate”; the second means “sick at the stomach.” Do not, therefore, say “I feel nauseous,” unless you are sure you have that effect on others.
E. B. WHITENo one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
E. B. WHITESailors have an expression about the weather: they say the weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human society – things can look dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed.
E. B. WHITEA writer’s style reveals something of his spirit, his habits, his capacites, his bias…it is the Self escaping into the open.
E. B. WHITEAnd then, just as Wilbur was settling down for his morning nap, he heard again the thin voice that had addressed him the night before. “Salutations!” said the voice. Wilbur jumped to his feet. “Salu-what?” he cried. “Salutations!” repeated the voice.
E. B. WHITEIt can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill him, depending a good deal on luck.
E. B. WHITEThe world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind.
E. B. WHITEHang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
E. B. WHITEThere’s no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.
E. B. WHITEOnly a person who is congenially self-centered has the effrontery and the stamina to write essays
E. B. WHITEGenius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.
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
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