The sea answers all questions, and always in the same way; for when you read in the papers the interminable discussions and… — 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
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
The circus comes as close to being the world in microcosm as anything I know; in a way, it puts all the… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
I believe television is going to be the test of the modern world, and that in this new opportunity to see beyond… — 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
We grow tyrannical fighting tyranny. . . . The most alarming spectacle today is not the spectacle of the atomic bomb in… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
Fern was up at daylight, trying to rid the world of injustice. As a result, she now has a pig. A small… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
The world organization debates disarmament in one room and, in the next room, moves the knights and pawns that make national arms… — 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
Books hold most of the secrets of the world, most of the thoughts that men and women have had. And when you… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
New York is part of the natural world. I love the city, I love the country, and for the same reasons. The… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
Not even a collapsing world looks dark to a man who is about to make his fortune. — E. B. White Copy Share Image
The world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind. — E. B. White Copy Share Image
When we think of [John F. Kennedy], he is without a hat, standing in the wind and weather. He was impatient of… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
The world likes humor, but it treats it patronizingly. It decorates its serious artists with laurel, and its wags with Brussels sprouts. — E. B. White Copy Share Image
No matter what changes take place in the world, or in me, nothing ever seems to disturb the face of spring. — E. B. White Copy Share Image
A library is many things, but particularly it is a place where books live, and where you can get in touch with… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
A man who publishes his letters becomes a nudist - nothing shields him from the world's gaze except his bare skin. A… — 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
“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