In short, you have only your emotions to sell. This is the experience of all writers.

Riches have never fascinated me, unless combined with the greatest charm or distinction.

People invariably chose inimitable people to imitate.

He hadn’t once ceased looking at Daisy, and I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes. Sometimes, too, he stared around at his possessions in a dazed way, as though in her actual and astounding presence none of it was any longer real.

I care not who hoes the lettuce of my country if I can eat the salad!

The purpose of a work of fiction is to appeal to the lingering after-effects in the reader's mind as differing from, say, the purpose of oratory or philosophy which respectively leave people in a fighting or thoughtful mood.

We must leave this terrifying place to-morrow and go searching for sunshine.