Life is progressive, no matter what our intentions.

Men she knew'? - she had conceded vaguely to herself that all men who had ever been in love with her were her friends.

It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.

Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

She was incomprehensible, for, in her, soul and spirit were one - the beauty of her body was the essence of her soul. She was that unity sought for by philosophers through many centuries. In this outdoor waiting room of winds and stars she had been sitting for a hundred years, at peace in the contemplation of herself.

It is not necessarily poverty of spirit that makes a woman surround herself with life - it can be a superabundance of interest.

The truth was that Jay Gatsby, of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. He was a son of God—a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that—and he must be about His Father’s Business, the service of a vast, vulgar and meretricious beauty.