The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself. – Ernest Hemingway
A beautiful vacuum filled with wealthy monogamists, all powerful and members of the best families all drinking themselves to death. – Ernest Hemingway
Or dont you like to write letters. I do because its such a swell way to keep from working and yet feel youve done something. – Ernest Hemingway
His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterflys wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. – Ernest Hemingway