You can’t repeat the past.” “Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously. “Why of course you can!

Almost everybody can be imagined as either a cat or a dog.

I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock. He had come a long way to this lawn and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him. [- Nick Carroway]

Once we were one person, and always it will be a little that way.

He looked at her and for a moment she lived in the bright blue worlds of his eyes, eagerly and confidently.

Her grey, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires, and I knew that first I had to get myself definitely out of that tangle back home.

People talk of the courage of convictions, but in actual life a man's duty to his family may make a rigid course seem a selfish indulgence of his own righteousness.