She felt a little betrayed and sad, but presently a moving object came into sight. It was a huge horse-chestnut tree in full bloom bound for the Champs Elysees, strapped now into a long truck and simply shaking with laughter - like a lovely person in an undignified position yet confident none the less of being lovely. Looking at it with fascination, Rosemary identified herself with it, and laughed cheerfully with it, and everything all at once seemed gorgeous.
F. Scott FitzgeraldNo amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
F. Scott FitzgeraldIf I knew words enough, I could write the longest love letter in the world and never get tired
F. Scott Fitzgerald