Top 300 E.B. White Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “Nauseous. 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. White

52. “Write about it by day and dream about it by night.”

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53. “Loneliness is a strange gift.”

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54. “As long as there is one upright man, as long as there is one compassionate woman, the contagion may spread and the scene is not desolate. Hope is the thing that is left us in a bad time.”

— E.B. White

55. “Commas in The New Yorker fall with the precision of knives in a circus act, outlining the victim.”

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56. “You have been my friends. That in itself is a tremendous thing.”

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57. “Most 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. White

58. “You can dissect a joke just as you can a frog. But it tends to die on you.”

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59. “Books hold most of the secrets of the world, most of the thoughts that men and women have had. And when you are reading a book, you and the author are alone together-just the two of you.”

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60. “Writing is not an exercise in excision, it’s a journey into sound.”

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61. “Use the smallest word that does the job.”

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62. “One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.”

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63. “I always write a thing first and think about it afterward, which is not a bad procedure because the easiest way to have consequential thoughts is to start putting them down.”

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64. “In a free country it is the duty of writers to pay no attention to duty.”

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65. “I have yet to see a piece of writing, political or non-political, that does not have a slant. All writing slants the way a writer leans, and no man is born perpendicular.”

— E.B. White

66. “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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67. “Be obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.”

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68. “His words span rivers and mountains, but his thoughts are still only six inches long.”

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69. “Television will enormously enlarge the eye’s range, and, like radio, will advertise the Elsewhere. Together with the tabs, the mags, and the movies, it will insist that we forget the primary and the near in favor of the secondary and the remote.”

— E.B. White

70. “To achieve style, begin by affecting none.”

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71. “A writer should tend to lift people up, not lower them down.”

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72. “I have just been refining the room in which I sit, yet I sometimes doubt that a writer should refine or improve his workroom by so much as a dictionary: one thing leads to another and the first thing you know he has a stuffed chair and is fast asleep in it.”

— E.B. White

73. “THE BARN was very large. It was very old. It smelled of hay and it smelled of manure. It smelled of the perspiration of tired horses and the wonderful sweet breath of patient cows. It often had a sort of peaceful smell – as though nothing bad could happen ever again in the world.”

— E.B. White

74. “By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.”

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75. “Wherever the wind takes us. High, low. Near, far. East, west. North, south. We take to the breeze, we go as we please.”

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76. “Commuter – one who spends his life In riding to and from his wife; A man who shaves and takes a train And then rides back to shave again.”

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77. “I don’t know which is more discouraging, literature or chickens.”

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78. “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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79. “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?”

— E.B. White

80. “Hope is the thing that is left to us, in a bad time.”

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81. “The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year – the days when summer is changing into autumn – the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change.”

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82. “I take Democrats to bed with me for lack of a dachshund, although as a matter of fact on occasions like this I am almost certain to be visited by the ghost of Fred, my dash-hound everlasting, dead these many years. In life, Fred always attended the sick, climbing right into bed with the patient like some lecherous old physician, and making a bad situation worse.”

— E.B. White

83. “The world is a wonderful place when you’re young.”

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84. “Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart. She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.”

— E.B. White

85. “There is nothing more likely to start disagreement among people or countries than an agreement.”

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86. “All writing is communication; creative writing is communication through revelation-it is the Self-escaping into the open.”

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87. “A really companionable and indispensable dog is an accident of nature. You can’t get it by breeding for it, and you can’t buy it with money. It just happens along.”

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88. “Writing is hard work and bad for the health.”

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89. “The first day of spring was once the time for taking the young virgins into the fields, there in dalliance to set an example in fertility for nature to follow. Now we just set the clocks an hour ahead and change the oil in the crankcase.”

— E.B. White

90. “Security, for me, took a tumble not when I read that there were Communists in Hollywood but when I read your editorial in praise of loyalty testing and thought control. If a man is in health, he doesn’t need to take anybody else’s temperature to know where he is going.”

— E.B. White

91. “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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92. “I shall get up on Sunday morning and wind the clock, as a contribution to order and steadfastness... Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.”

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93. “Writing is one way to go about thinking, and the practice and habit of writing not only drain the mind but supply it, too.”

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94. “New York is to the nation what the white church spire is to the village – the visible symbol of aspiration and faith, the white plume saying the way is up!”

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95. “It was the best place to be, thought Wilbur, this warm delicious cellar, with the garrulous geese, the changing seasons, the heat of the sun, the passage of swallows, the nearness of rats, the sameness of sheep, the love of spiders, the smell of manure, and the glory of everything.”

— E.B. White

96. “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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97. “Sometimes a writer, like an acrobat, must try a trick that is too much for him.”

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98. “To perceive Christmas through its wrapping becomes more difficult with every year. “The Distant Music of the Hounds,” 1954.”

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99. “Einstein is loved because he is gentle, respected because he is wise. Relativity being not for most of us, we elevate its author to a position somewhere between Edison, who gave us a tangible gleam, and God, who gave us the difficult dark and the hope of penetrating it.”

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100. “I have always felt that the first duty of a writer was to ascend – to make flights, carrying others along if you can manage it. To do this takes courage, even a certain conceit.”

— E.B. White