Democracy is a request from a War Board, in the middle of a morning in the middle of a war, wanting to… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
“I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve (or save) the world and a desire to enjoy (or savor)… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
I get up every morning determined to both change the world and to have one hell of a good time. Sometimes, this… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
I guess I remembered clearest of all the early mornings, when the lake was cool and motionless, remembered how the bedroom smelled… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
From morning till night, sounds drift from the kitchen, most of them familiar and comforting. . . . On days when warmth… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
I seldom went to bed before two or three o'clock in the morning, on the theory that if anything of interest were… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
It is Sunday, mid-morning-Sunday in the living room, Sunday in the kitchen, Sunday in the woodshed, Sunday down the road in the… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
Every morning I awake torn between a desire to save the world and an inclination to savor it. This makes it hard… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
It's hard to know when to respond to the seductiveness of the world and when to respond to its challenge. If the… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
“To hear, in the short space of one week, a Scottish terrier booed by an audience and President Roosevelt criticized by Charles Lindbergh was… — E. B. White Copy Share
The sea answers all questions, and always in the same way; for when you read in the papers the interminable discussions and the bickering… — E. B. White Copy Share
New York blends the gift of privacy with the excitement of participation; and better than most dense communities it succeeds in insulating the individual… — E. B. White Copy Share
The terror of the atom age is not the violence of the new power but the speed of man's adjustment to it, the speed… — E. B. White Copy Share
When my wife's Aunt Caroline was in her nineties, she lived with us, and she once remarked: 'Remembrance is sufficient of the beauty we… — E. B. White Copy Share
Sailors have an expression about the weather: they say the weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human… — E. B. White Copy Share
Anyone who writes down to children is simply wasting his time. You have to write up, not down. — E. B. White Copy Share
A writer should concern himself with whatever absorbs his fancy, stirs his heart, and unlimbers his typewriter. ... A writer has the duty to… — E. B. White Copy Share
Every morning I awake torn between a desire to save the world and an inclination to savor it. This makes it hard to plan… — E. B. White Copy Share
I seldom went to bed before two or three o'clock in the morning, on the theory that if anything of interest were to happen… — E. B. White Copy Share
Necessity first mothered invention. Now invention has little ones of her own, and they look just like grandma. — E. B. White Copy Share
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… — E. B. White Copy Share
There's no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another. — E. B. White Copy Share
The critic leaves at curtain fall To find, in starting to review it, He scarcely saw the play at all For starting to review… — E. B. White Copy Share
