A writer is like a bean plant - he has his little day, and then gets stringy. E. B. White beandayplant Change image and share on social
The time not to become a father is eighteen years before a war. E. B. White eighteenfathertime Change image and share on social
Commas in The New Yorker fall with the precision of knives in a circus act, outlining the victim. E. B. White actcircuscomma Change image and share on social
Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar. E. B. White actfaithgrammar Change image and share on social
The only sense that is common in the long run, is the sense of change and we all instinctively avoid it. E. B. White avoidchangecommon Change image and share on social
A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus. E. B. White farmergoodhandy Change image and share on social
One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy. E. B. White consumeenemything Change image and share on social
I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel. E. B. White ferrispromisespace Change image and share on social
The world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind. E. B. White childhooddoorwayfull Change image and share on social
We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry. E. B. White grapejoylaundry Change image and share on social
