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
I believe… that security declines as security machinery expands. – E.B. White
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
California, that advance post of our civilization, with its huge aircraft factories, TV and film studios, automobile way of life… its flavourless cosmopolitanism, its charlatan philosophies and religions, its lack of anything old and well-tried rooted in tradition and character. – J.B. Priestley