The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.
F. Scott FitzgeraldOften a man can play the helpless child in front of a woman, but he can almost never bring it off when he feels most like a helpless child.
F. Scott FitzgeraldA new generation dedicated more than the last to the fear of poverty and the worship of success; grown up to find all Gods dead, all wars fought, all faiths in man shaken...
F. Scott Fitzgerald