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Quote by Ernest Hemingway
The good parts of a book may be only something a writer is lucky e

The good parts of a book may be only something a writer is lucky enough to overhear or it may be the wreck of his whole damn life and one is as good as the other. – Ernest Hemingway

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I write one page of masterpiece to ninety-one pages of [$h¡t]. I try to put the [$h¡t] in the wastebasket. – Ernest Hemingway

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Writing
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Ernest Hemingway
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I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after. – Ernest Hemingway

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The word good has many meanings. For example, if a man were to shoot his grandmother at a range of five hundred yards, I should call him a good shot, but not necessarily a good man. – Gilbert K. Chesterton

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Property may be destroyed and money may lose its purchasing power but, character, health, knowledge and good judgement will always be in demand under all conditions. – Roger Babson

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Real firmness is good for anything strut is good for nothing. – Alexander Hamilton

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Whatever words we utter should be chosen with care for people will hear them and be influenced by them for good or ill. – Buddha

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But Im not interested in politics. I lose interest the microsecond it ceases to be emotional, when something becomes a political movement. What Im interested in is emotions. – Bjork

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Read not to contradict and confute; nor to believe and take for granted; nor to find talk and discourse; but to weigh and consider. – Francis Bacon

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Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, or the dictates of our passions, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence. – John Adams

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[H]e ran, he stopped—he dipped his glowing face into the cloud of blossoming bushes, and would fain lose himself in the humming world between the leaves; he pressed the scratched face into the deep, cooling grass, and hung delirious on the breast of the immortal mother of Spring. – Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, Hesperus, or Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography,

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