Writers do not merely reflect and interpret life, they inform and shape life. — E. B. White Copy Share Image
It seemed to me that I should have a desk, even though I had no real need for a desk. I was… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
In middle life, the human back is spoiling for a technical knockout and will use the flimsiest excuse, even a sneeze, to… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
Extreme cold when it first arrives seems to generate cheerfulness and sociability. For a few hours all life's dubious problems are dropped… — 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
There is a period near the beginning of every man's life when he has little to cling to except his unmanageable dream,… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
Half a man's life is devoted to what he calls improvements, yet the original had some quality which is lost in the… — 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
We are such docile creatures, normally, that it takes a virus to jolt us out of life's routine. A couple of days… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
In a sense the world dies every time a writer dies, because, if he is any good, he has been a wet… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
Walden is the only book I own, although there are some others unclaimed on my shelves. Every man, I think, reads one… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you.… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
Life's meaning has always eluded me and I guess always will. But I love it just the same. — E. B. White Copy Share Image
Commuter - one who spends his life In riding to and from his wife; A man who shaves and takes a train… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Anyone who writes down to children is simply wasting his time. You have to write up, not down. — E. B. White Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Necessity first mothered invention. Now invention has little ones of her own, and they look just like grandma. — E. B. White Copy Share Image
