410 Quotes by E.B. White

A writer is like a bean plant – he has his little day, and then gets stringy.

After all, what’s a life, anyway? We’re born, we live a little while, we die.

Democracy is itself, a religious faith. For some it comes close to being the only formal religion they have.

Only a person who is congenially self-centered has the effrontery and the stamina to write essays.

I fell in love with the sound of an early typewriter and I have been stuck with it ever since.

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.

The crickets sang in the grasses. They sang the song of summer’s ending, a sad monotonous song. “Summer is over and gone, over and gone, over and gone. Summer is dying, dying.” A little maple tree heard the cricket song and turned bright red with anxiety.

A single overstatement, wherever or however it occurs, diminishes the whole, and a carefree superlative has the power to destroy, for the reader, the object of the writer’s enthusiasm.

Good deeds never go unpunished.