He could beat anything, he thought, because no thing could hurt him if he did not care. Author: Ernest Hemingway Copy Quote More from Ernest Hemingway “For luck you carried a horse chestnut and a rabbit’s foot in your right pocket.…” “It was like certain dinners I remember from the war. There was much wine, an ig…” “Then, while the old man was clearing the lines and preparing the harpoon, the m…” “He said nothing.”