Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
E. B. WHITEGenius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.
More E. B. White Quotes
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Well,” said Stuart, “a misspelled word is an abomination in the sight of everyone.
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Sailors 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.
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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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I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.
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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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Only a person who is congenially self-centered has the effrontery and the stamina to write essays
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I am always humbled by the infite ingenuity of the Lord, who can make a red barn cast a blue shadow.
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Luck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.
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One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.
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I 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
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Old age is a special problem for me because I’ve never been able to shed the mental image I have of myself – a lad of about 19.
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People are, if anything, more touchy about being thought silly than they are about being thought unjust.
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Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’ ‘You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.
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And 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.
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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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