For her everything was red, orange, gold-red from the sun on the closed eyes, and it all was that color, all of it, the filling, the possessing, the having, all of that color, all in a blindness of that color." - Ernest Hemingway.

Listen," I told him. "Don't be so tough so early in the morning. I'm sure you've cut plenty of people's throats. I haven't even had my coffee yet.

To hell with the Church when it becomes a State and the hell with the State when it becomes a Church.

No weapon has ever settled a moral problem. It can impose a solution but it cannot guarantee it to be a just one. You can wipe out your opponents. But if you do it unjustly you become eligible for being wiped out yourself.

We all take a beating every day, you know, one way or another.

Remember everything is right until it's wrong. You'll know when it's wrong.

So far, about morals, I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.