They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one's 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 HemingwayYouโll ache. And youโre going to love it. It will crush you. And youโre still going to love all of it.
Ernest HemingwayI had gone to no such place but to the smoke of cafes and nights when the room whirled and you needed to look at the wall to make it stop, nights in bed, drunk, when you knew that that was all there was, and the strange excitement of waking and not knowing who it was with you, and the world all unreal in the dark and so exciting that you must resume again unknowing and not caring in the night, sure that this was all and all and all and not caring.
Ernest HemingwayThe one who is doing his work and getting satisfaction from it is not the one the poverty bothers.
Ernest Hemingway