I see you're looking at my cuff buttons." I hadn't been looking at them, but I did now.
F. Scott FitzgeraldA new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about.
F. Scott FitzgeraldLooking back over a decade one sees the ideal of a university become a myth, a vision, a meadow lark among the smoke stacks. Yet perhaps it is there at Princeton, only more elusive than under the skies of the Prussian Rhineland or Oxfordshire; or perhaps some men come upon it suddenly and possess it, while others wander forever outside. Even these seek in vain through middle age for any corner of the republic that preserves so much of what is fair, gracious, charming and honorable in American life.
F. Scott Fitzgerald