“Honor to a Spaniard, no matter how dishonest, is as real a thing as water, wine, or olive oil. There is honor among pickpockets and honor among whores. It is simply that the standards differ.”
More from Ernest Hemingway
“If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.”
“You do things to my head. You do. I suppose that is quite clear.”
“I do not need to get used to your silence. I already know it. I quite possibly love all of…”
“'My heart's broken', he thought. 'If I feel this way my heart must be broken.'”