410 Quotes by E.B. White

I shall get up on Sunday morning and wind the clock, as a contribution to order and steadfastness... Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.

Humour plays close to the big, hot fire, which is the truth, and the reader feels the heat.

No one had ever had such a friend – so affectionate, so loyal, and so skillful.

Fern was up at daylight, trying to rid the world of injustice. As a result, she now has a pig. A small one to be sure, but nevertheless a pig. It just shows what can happen if a person gets out of bed promptly.

A writer should tend to lift people up, not lower them down.

Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in the swamp – everywhere love and songs and nests and eggs.

In middle life, the human back is spoiling for a technical knockout and will use the flimsiest excuse, even a sneeze, to fall apart.

I’m not fooled any more by an ill wind and a light that fails.

Even now; with a thousand little voyages notched in my belt. I still feel a memorial chill on casting off.