She felt a little betrayed and sad, but presently a moving object came into sight. It was a huge horse-chestnut tree in full bloom bound for the Champs Elysees, strapped now into a long truck and simply shaking with laughter - like a lovely person in an undignified position yet confident none the less of being lovely. Looking at it with fascination, Rosemary identified herself with it, and laughed cheerfully with it, and everything all at once seemed gorgeous.
F. Scott FitzgeraldHappiness, remarked Maury Noble one day, is only the first hour after the alleviation of some especially intense misery.
F. Scott FitzgeraldDear, don't think of getting out of bed yet. I've always suspected that early rising in early life makes one nervous.
F. Scott FitzgeraldPoetry is either something that lives like fire inside you -- like music to the musician or Marxism to the Communist -- or else it is nothing, an empty, formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
F. Scott Fitzgerald