He lifted his arms to the crystaline, radiant sky. "I know myself," he cried, "but that is all.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThe bar is in full swing, and floating rounds of cocktails permeate the garden outside, until the air is alivewith chatter and laughter, and casual innuendo and introductions forgotten on the spot, and enthusiastic meetings between women who never knew each otherโs names.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThe unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.
F. Scott FitzgeraldAt eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.
F. Scott Fitzgerald