It is at a fair that man can be drunk forever on liquor, love, or fights; at a fair that your front pocket can be picked by a trotting horse looking for sugar, and your hind pocket by a thief looking for his fortune.
E. B. WhiteIt is quite possible that an animal has spoken to me and that I didn't catch the remark because I wasn't paying attention.
E. B. WhiteOur vegetable garden is coming along well, with radishes and beans up, and we are less worried about revolution that we used to be.
E. B. WhiteLife's meaning has always eluded me and I guess always will. But I love it just the same.
E. B. White