I had an inheritance from my father, It was the moon and the sun. And though I roam all over the world, The spending of it’s never done.

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 The completely unambitious writer and the really good unpublished poem are the things we lack most.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

Never delay kissing a pretty girl or opening a bottle of whiskey

Modern life ... is often a mechanical oppression and liquor is the only mechanical relief.

Worry destroys the ability to write.

It's none of their business that you have to learn how to write. Let them think you were born that way.

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.