Most people think of peace as a state of Nothing Bad Happening, or Nothing Much Happening. Yet if peace is to overtake us and make us the gift of serenity and well-being, it will have to be the state of Something Good Happening.
Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
It is deeply satisfying to win a prize in front of a lot of people.
The so-called science of poll-taking is not a science at all but mere necromancy. People are unpredictable by nature, and although you can take a nation's pulse, you can't be sure that the nation hasn't just run up a flight of stairs.
Liberals are like dogs: The liberal holds that he is true to the republic when he is true to himself. (It may not be as cozy an attitude as it sounds.) He greets with enthusiasm the fact of the journey, as a dog greets a man's invitation to take a walk. And he acts in the dog's way too, swinging wide, racing ahead, doubling back, covering many miles of territory that the man never traverses, all in the spirit of inquiry and the zest for truth. He leaves a crazy trail, but he ranges far beyond the genteel old party he walks with and he is usually in a better position to discover a skunk.
Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
An editor is a person who knows more about writing than writers do but who has escaped the terrible desire to write.
Television will enormously enlarge the eye's range, and, like radio, will advertise the Elsewhere. Together with the tabs, the mags, and the movies, it will insist that we forget the primary and the near in favor of the secondary and the remote.
Extreme cold when it first arrives seems to generate cheerfulness and sociability. For a few hours all life's dubious problems are dropped in favor of the clear and congenial task of keeping alive.
A schoolchild should be taught grammar—for the same reason that a medical student should study anatomy.
A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning.
It is Sunday, mid-morning-Sunday in the living room, Sunday in the kitchen, Sunday in the woodshed, Sunday down the road in the village: I hear the bells, calling me to share God's grace.
It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer.
Luck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.
Is there anything in the universe more beautiful and protective than the simple complexity of a spider's web?
The sea answers all questions, and always in the same way; for when you read in the papers the interminable discussions and the bickering and the prognostications and the turmoil, the disagreements and the fateful decisions and agreements and the plans and the programs and the threats and the counter threats, then you close your eyes and the sea dispatches one more big roller in the unbroken line since the beginning of the world and it combs and breaks and returns foaming and saying: "So soon?" E. B. White "On A Florida Key
Books are the door of escape from the forest.
In a free country it is the duty of writers to pay no attention to duty.
I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
Well,” said Stuart, “a misspelled word is an abomination in the sight of everyone.
If a man is to be obsessed by something, I suppose a boat is as good as anything, perhaps a bit better than most.
Mother: It's broccoli, dear. --- Child: I say it's spinach, and I say the hell with it.
When I get sick of what men do, I have only to walk a few steps in another direction to see what spiders do. Or what the weather does. This sustains me very well indeed.
The main thing I try to do is write as clearly as I can. I rewrite a good deal to make it clear.
Understanding humor is like dissecting a live frog. It can be done, but the frog tends to die in the process.
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