These lights, this brightness, these clusters of human hope, of wild desireโI shall take these lights in my fingers. I shall make them bright, and whether they shine or not, it is in these fingers that they shall succeed or fail.
F. Scott FitzgeraldHe had angered Providence by resisting too many temptations. There was nothing left but heaven, where he would meet only those who, like him, had wasted earth.
F. Scott Fitzgerald"I was counting the waves", replied Amory gravely, "I'm going in for statistics".
F. Scott Fitzgerald