410 Quotes by E.B. White

Home is the strangest of common places, / Drenched with the light of familiar faces.

Ever before us is home's immensity, / Always within us its sheer intensity.

I discovered, though, that once having given a pig an enema there is no turning back, no chance of resuming one of life's more stereotyped roles. The pig's lot and mine were inextricably bound now, as though the rubber tube were the silver cord.

I spend several days and nights in mid-September with an ailing pig and I feel driven to account for this stretch of time, more particularly since the pig died at last, and I lived, and things might easily have gone the other way round and none left to do the accounting.

We teach punctuality, particularly if the enforcement of it disturbs the peace.