I rewrote the ending of 'Farewell to Arms' 39 times before I was satisfied.

Everything that a painter did or that a writer wrote was a part of his training and preparation for what he was to do.

He was just a coward and that was the worst luck any many could have.

We need more true mystery in our lives Hem- he said. The completely unambitious writer and the really good unpublished poem are the things we lack most. There is of course the problem of sustenance

Hunger is good discipline.

I wanted to try this new drink: That's all we do, isn't it - look at things and try new drinks?

Everything you have is to give. Thou art a phenomenon of philosophy and an unfortunate man.