Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther ... And one fine morning ---

Ernest [Hemmingway] was always ready to lend a helping hand to the one on the rung above him.

One girl can be pretty - but a dozen are only a chorus.

Of the things they possessed in common, greatest of all was their almost uncanny pull at each others hearts.

Eighteen might look at thirty-four through a rising mist of adolescence, but twenty-two would see thirty-eight with discerning clarity.

You'll find another.' God! Banish the thought. Why don't you tell me that 'if the girl had been worth having she'd have waited for you'? No, sir, the girl really worth having won't wait for anybody.

You're the only girl I've seen for a long time that actually did look like something blooming.