Quote by Ernest Hemingway
In modern war... you will die like a dog for no good reason. - Ern

In modern war… you will die like a dog for no good reason. – 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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If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast. – Ernest Hemingway

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They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for ones country. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason. – Ernest Hemingway

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No man has a good enough memory to be a successful liar. – Abraham Lincoln

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Honesty and integrity are absolutely essential for success in life – all areas of life. The really good news is that anyone can develop both honesty and integrity. – Zig Ziglar

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The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means. – Oscar Wilde

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Glamour is about feeling good in your own skin. – Zoe Saldana

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If you resist reading what you disagree with, how will you ever acquire deeper insights into what you believe? The things most worth reading are precisely those that challenge our convictions. – Author unknown

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