Hemingway is terribly limited. His technique is good for short stories, for people who meet once in a bar very late at night, but do not enter into relations. But not for the novel.

Life is a picnic on a precipice.

No person can be a great leader unless he takes genuine joy in the successes of those under him.

We were put on this earth to make things.

Follow, poet, follow right To the bottom of the night, With your unconstraining voice Still persuade us to rejoice; With the farming of a verse Make a vineyard of the curse, Sing of human unsuccess In a rapture of distress; In the deserts of the heart Let the healing fountain start, In the prison of his days Teach the free man how to praise.

Private faces in public places Are wiser and nicer Than public faces in private places.

The sky is darkening like a stain Something is going to fall like rain And it won't be flowers