Somebody just back of you while you are fishing is as bad as someone looking over your shoulder while you write a letter to your girl.

They say the seeds of what we will do are in all of us, but it always seemed to me that in those who make jokes in life the seeds are covered with better soil and with a higher grade of manure.

The time to work is shorter all the time and if you waste it you ... have committed a sin for which there is no forgiveness.

And who understands? Not me, because if I did I would forgive it all.

The echoes of beauty you've seen transpire, Resound through dying coals of a campfire.

Don't get discouraged because there's a lot of mechanical work to writing. I rewrote the first part of Farewell to Arms at least fifty times.

Never mistake movement for action