A stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words.

The past--the wild charge at the head of his men up San Juan Hill; the first years of his marriage when he worked late into the summer dusk down in the busy city for young Hildegarde whom he loved; the days before that when he sat smoking far into the night in the gloomy old Button house on Monroe Street with his grandfather-all these had faded like unsubstantial dreams from his mind as though they had never been. He did not remember.

Books are like brothers. I am an only child. Gatsby [is] my imaginary eldest brother.

Let's borrow life preservers and jump over. I think we should do something spectacular. I feel that all our lives have been too restrained.

A great social success is a pretty girl who plays her cards as carefully as if she were plain.

Whenever you feel like criticizing any one... just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.

Ernest [Hemmingway] was always ready to lend a helping hand to the one on the rung above him.