“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.
E. B. WHITEHang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
More E. B. White Quotes
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A right is a responsibility in reverse.
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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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We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.
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Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.
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Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They’ll believe anything they see in print.
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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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A 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.
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A schoolchild should be taught grammar-for the same reason that a medical student should study anatomy.
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Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.
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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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I’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?
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The main thing I try to do is write as clearly as I can. I rewrite a good deal to make it clear.
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I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. “Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.
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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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The essayist is a self-liberated man, sustained by the childish belief that everything he thinks about, everything that happens to him, is of general interest.
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