Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window.

She was a faded but still lovely woman of twenty-seven.

The truth was that Jay Gatsby, of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. He was a son of God—a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that—and he must be about His Father’s Business, the service of a vast, vulgar and meretricious beauty.

Cut out all these exclamation points. An exclamation point is like laughing at your own joke.

the best contacts are when one knows the obstacles and still wants to preserve a relation.

Given a decent start any girl can beat a man nowadays.

Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on.