As To Hemingway, I Read Him For

Luck Is A Thing That Comes In Many Forms And Who Can Recognize Her?

The Worst Death For Anyone Is To Lose The Center Of His Being, The Thing He Really Is. Retirement Is The Filthiest Word In The Language. Whether By Choice Or By Fate, To Retire From What You Do - And Makes You What You Are - Is To Back Up Into The Grave.

Things May Not Be Immediately Discernible In What A Man Writes, And In This Sometimes He Is Fortunate; But Eventually They Are Quite Clear And By These And The Degree Of Alchemy That He Possesses He Will Endure Or Be Forgotten.

You Ought To Dream. All Our Biggest Businessmen Have Been Dreamers.

All I Know Is That Young Boys Sleep Late And Hard.