The Sun Also Rises

by: Ernest Hemingway

Chapters XI–XII

1

You ought to be ironical the minute you get out of bed. You ought to wake up with your mouth full of pity.

2

Nobody that ever left their own country ever wrote anything worth printing. Not even in the newspapers.

3

Let no man be ashamed to kneel here in the great out-of-doors. Remember the woods were God’s first temples.