A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer…. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring. – E.B. White
I believe… that security declines as security machinery expands. – E.B. White
New York is to the nation what the white church spire is to the village — the visible symbol of aspiration and faith, the white plume saying the way is up! – E.B. White
I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. “Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.” – E.B. White
Nevertheless, a maxim does not necessarily become a proverb. Many grubs never grow to butterflies; and a maxim is only a proverb in its caterpillar stage—a candidate for a wider sphere and longer flight than most are destined to attain. – “Proverbs Secular and Sacred,” The North British Review, February 1858