At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.
F. Scott FitzgeraldI shall go on shining as a brilliantly meaningless figure in a meaningless world.
F. Scott FitzgeraldAt eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.
F. Scott FitzgeraldI shall go on shining as a brilliantly meaningless figure in a meaningless world.
F. Scott Fitzgerald