In the morning you were never violently sorry-- you made no resolutions, but if you had overdone it and your heart was slightly out of order, you went on the wagon for a few days without saying anything about it, and waited until an accumulation of nervous boredom projected you into another party.
F. Scott FitzgeraldHuman sympathy has its limits, and we were contented to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind.
F. Scott Fitzgerald