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Music: Fire and Rain Whispers - Home Old New Orleans Friday's Journal |
What You Have |
Now is no time to think of what you don't have. Instead, think of what you can do with what you have. |
Sooner or later, the world breaks everyone and, afterward, we're stronger in the places that were broken. |
I know now that there's no one thing that's true. It's all true. |
Journey's end is good, but, in the end, it's the journey that matters. |
Never confuse motion with action. |
We can't get away from ourselves by moving from one place to another. I know this because I've often tried. |
For a long time now I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can. |
Worry a little bit every day and in a lifetime you will lose a couple of years. If something is wrong, fix it if you can. But train yourself not to worry. Worry never fixes anything. |
A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings may hide their feelings, but a cat does not. |
For what are we born if not to help one another? |
Above, Ernest Hemingway at the El Floridita bar in Old Havana, where he could be found most afternoons (picture ca. 1940's). Below, the El Floridita today, where Mr. Hemingway can still be found. A life-size bronze statue of the author stands in the corner, in his favorite drinking spot. The memorial has become a popular photo-op for tourists. |
Above, Room 511 at Ambos Mundos hotel in Havana. This was Hemingway's first home when he moved to Cuba and he began his novel "For Whom the Bell Tolls" here. The room is presented as the author might have left it, kept as a small museum, with tours available. The corner of the hotel lobby has two walls of photographs dedicated to Ernest Hemingway. Left, writing at "Finca Vigia," his home outside of the city, with one of about 50 cats who lived with Hemingway and his wife (photo date unknown). This is where Hemingway wrote "The Old Man and the Sea." The home has been preserved as it was when the author lived there, and recently underwent a detailed restoration. Every object is noted and catalogued and located, as far as possible, in the same place it had been when the Hemingways left. Thousands of his books remain on the shelves. In Cuba, Hemingway is thought of as an adopted son and his memory is revered. |