Author Topic: ~ E. B. White Quotes ~  (Read 2333 times)

Offline MysteRy

Re: ~ E. B. White Quotes ~
« Reply #15 on: May 23, 2014, 08:54:41 AM »
I wake each morning torn between the desire to improve the world and the desire to enjoy it. It makes it hard to plan the day.

Offline MysteRy

Re: ~ E. B. White Quotes ~
« Reply #16 on: May 23, 2014, 08:55:08 AM »
I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.

Offline MysteRy

Re: ~ E. B. White Quotes ~
« Reply #17 on: May 23, 2014, 08:55:32 AM »
Commuter - One who spends his life in riding to and from his wife; a man who shaves and takes a train and then rides back to shave again.

Offline MysteRy

Re: ~ E. B. White Quotes ~
« Reply #18 on: May 23, 2014, 08:56:01 AM »
Reading is the work of the alert mind is demanding and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy. This gives the experience of reading a sublimity and power unequalled by any other form of communication.

Offline MysteRy

Re: ~ E. B. White Quotes ~
« Reply #19 on: May 23, 2014, 08:56:30 AM »
The first day of spring was once the time for taking the young virgins into the fields there in dalliance to set an example in fertility for Nature to follow. Now we just set the clock an hour ahead and change the oil in the crankcase.

Offline MysteRy

Re: ~ E. B. White Quotes ~
« Reply #20 on: May 23, 2014, 08:57:02 AM »
If the world were merely seductive that would be easy. If it were merely challenging that would be no problem. But I rise in the morning torn between a desire to improve (or save) the world and a desire to enjoy (or savour) the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.

Offline MysteRy

Re: ~ E. B. White Quotes ~
« Reply #21 on: May 23, 2014, 08:57:28 AM »
A poet dares to be just so clear and no clearer; he approaches lucid ground warily like a mariner who is determined not to scrape his bottom on anything solid. A poet's pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.