410 Quotes by E.B. White

I head east along Rivington. All is cheerful and filthy and crowded. Small shops overflow onto the sidewalk, leaving only half the normal width for passers-by.

Wherever the wind takes us. High, low. Near, far. East, west. North, south. We take to the breeze, we go as we please.

To confront death, in any guise, is to identify with the victim and face what is unsettling and sobering.

Home was quite a place when people stayed there.

If sometimes there seems to be a sort of sameness of sound in The New Yorker, it probably can be traced to the magazine’s copydesk, which is a marvelous fortress of grammatical exactitude and stylish convention.

Advice to young writers wo want to get ahead without any annoying delays: don’t write about Man, write about a man.

Reading is the work of the alert mind, is demanding, and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy.

Luck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.

A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus.