Ernest [Hemmingway] was always ready to lend a helping hand to the one on the rung above him.
F. Scott FitzgeraldFor the moment I can only cry out that I have lost my splendid mirage. Come back, come back, O glittering and white!
F. Scott Fitzgeraldwe both fitted. If our corners were not rubbed off they were at least pulled in. But deep in us both was something that made us require more for happiness. I didn't know what I wanted
F. Scott FitzgeraldI am not a great man, but sometimes I think the impersonal and objective equality of my talent and the sacrifices of it, in pieces, to preserve its essential value has some sort of epic grandeur.
F. Scott Fitzgerald