Top 300 E.B. White Quotes (2024 Update)
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201. “Humor can be dissected as a frog can, but the thing dies in the process and the innards are discouraging to any but the pure scientific mind.”

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202. “A breezy style is often the work of an egocentric, the person who imagines that everything that pops into his head is of general interest and that uninhibited prose creates high spirits and carries the day.”

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203. “The doctor said the wound was superficial. The old cob didn’t know what “superficial” meant, but it sounded serious.”

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204. “When I get sick of what men do, I have only to walk a few steps in another direction to see what spiders do. Or what the weather does. This sustains me very well indeed.”

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205. “The light strengthened, the mornings came sooner.”

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206. “The time not to become a father is eighteen years before a war.”

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207. “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.”

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208. “This is what youth must figure out: Girls, love, and living. The having, the not having, The spending and giving, And the meloncholy time of not knowing. This is what age must learn about: The ABC of dying. The going, yet not going, The loving and leaving, And the unbearable knowing and knowing.”

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209. “We stand or fall by television.”

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210. “The sky,” he wrote on his slate, “is my living room. The woods are my parlor. The lonely lake is my bath. I can’t remain behind a fence all my life.”

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211. “I have moments of hoping and dreaming that we will live to see another Golden Age, or at least Silver Age, when writers will be both gay and disciplined and when even newspapers will show an interest in the litry life.”

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212. “I have no warm up exercises, other than to take an occasional drink.”

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213. “The concern of a democracy is that no honest man shall feel uncomfortable, I don’t care who he is, or how nutty he is.”

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214. “He wiped his face with his handkerchief, for he was quite warm from the exertion of being Chairman of the World. It had taken more running and leaping and sliding than he had imagined.”

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215. “Well,” said Stuart, “a misspelled word is an abomination in the sight of everyone.”

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216. “It is easier for a man to be loyal to his club than to his planet; the bylaws are shorter, and he is personally acquainted with the other members.”

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217. “Home was quite a place when people stayed there.”

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218. “This theme interests me because I believe, with the author, that security declines as security machinery expands.”

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219. “I have occasionally had the exquisite thrill of putting my finger on a little capsule of truth, and heard it give the faint squeak of mortality under my pressure.”

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220. “A right is a responsibility in reverse.”

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221. “All we need is a meteorologist who has once been soaked to the skin without ill effect. No one can write knowingly of the weather who walks bent over on wet days.”

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222. “Early next morning the craft hit the beach again and resumed loading pulpwood. It was an awesome sight, this tentacle of empire reaching out into so remote and quiet a spot; and it was a fearsome sound, the throbbing engines of an old, dead war furnishing the paper for new conquests in the magazine field.”

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223. “The young writer should learn to spot them: words that at first glance seem freighted with delicious meaning, but that soon burst in the air, leaving nothing but a memory of bright sound.”

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224. “Shocking writing is like murder: the questions the jury must decide are the questions of motive and intent.”

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225. “When I was a child people simply looked about them and were moderately happy; today they peer beyond the seven seas, bury themselves waist deep in tidings, and by and large what they see and hear makes them unutterably sad.”

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226. “Reading is the work of the alert mind, is demanding, and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy.”

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227. “I can still see my first dog. For six years he met me at the same place after school and convoyed me home – a service he thought up himself. A boy doesn’t forget that sort of association.”

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228. “If sometimes there seems to be a sort of sameness of sound in The New Yorker, it probably can be traced to the magazine’s copydesk, which is a marvelous fortress of grammatical exactitude and stylish convention.”

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229. “If they’d hang head-down at the top of the thing and wait quietly, maybe something good would come along. But no – with men it’s rush, rush, rush, every minute.”

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230. “In a free country it is the duty of writers to pay no attention to duty. Only under a dictatorship is literature expected to exhibit an harmonious design or an inspirational tone.”

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231. “Thurber did not write the way a surgeon operates, he wrote the way a child skips rope, the way a mouse waltzes.”

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232. “A good many of the special words of business seem designed more to express the user’s dreams than to express a precise meaning.”

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233. “The trouble with the profit system has always been that it was highly unprofitable to most people.”

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234. “The bonus is really one of the great give-aways in business enterprise. It is the annual salve applied to the conscience of the rich and the wounds of the poor.”

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235. “It is at a fair that man can be drunk forever on liquor, love, or fights; at a fair that your front pocket can be picked by a trotting horse looking for sugar, and your hind pocket by a thief looking for his fortune.”

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236. “The vision of milk and honey, it comes and goes. But the odor of cooking goes on forever.”

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237. “It is not possible to keep abreast of the normal tides of acquisition. A home is like a reservoir equipped with a check valve: the valve permits influx but prevents outflow.”

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238. “I find the natural world as engaging and as innocent as it ever was. When I get sick of what men do, I have only to walk a few steps in another direction to see what spiders do. Or what the weather does. This sustains me very well indeed, and I have no complaints.”

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239. “A poet’s pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it.”

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240. “I hope that Belief never is made to appear mandatory.”

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241. “Humor is like a frog. You can dissect it to see how it works, but by then, it’s dead.”

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242. “There is a decivilizing bug somewhere at work; unconsciously persons of stern worth, by not resenting and resisting the small indignities of the times, are preparing themselves for the eventual acceptance of what they themselves know they don’t want.”

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243. “Old stone walls ran into the woods, and now and then there would be an empty barn as a ghostly landmark. The night grew frosty and the ground underfoot was slippery with rime. The bare birches wore the stars on their fingers, and the world rolled seductively, a dark symphony of brooding groves and plains.”

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244. “The H-bomb rather favors small nations that doesn’t as yet possess it; they feel slightly more free to jostle other nations, having discovered that a country can stick its tongue out quite far these days without provoking war, so horrible are war’s consequences.”

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245. “In a man’s middle years there is scarcely a part of the body he would hesitate to turn over to the proper authorities.”

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246. “Wilbur never forgot Charlotte... She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes a long who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.”

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247. “Much of our adult morality, in books and out of them, has a stuffiness unworthy of childhood. Our grown-up conclusions often rest on perilously soft bottom.”

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248. “It isn’t silence you can cut with a knife any more, it’s interchange of ideas. Intelligent discussion of practically everything is what is breaking up modern marriage.”

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249. “It is best to have a strong curiosity, weak affiliations.”

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250. “Do not be afraid to seize whatever you have written and cut it to ribbons; it can always be restored to its original condition in the morning... remember, it is no sign of weakness or defeat that your manuscript ends up in need of major surgery. This is a common occurrence in all writing, and among the best writers.”

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