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1 " extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. "
― F. Scott Fitzgerald , Collected Stories of F. Scott Fitzgerald
2 " Sacrifice by its very nature was arrogant and impersonal; sacrifice should be eternally supercilious. Weep not for me but for thy children. "
3 " Thoughts are Things; things that have a tendency to transform into our reality. "
4 " MAURY: What is a gentleman, anyway? ANTHONY: A man who never has pins under his coat lapel. MAURY: Nonsense! A man's social rank is determined by the amount of bread he eats in a sandwich. DICK: He's a man who prefers the first edition of a book to the last edition of a newspaper. RACHAEL: A man who never gives an impersonation of a dope-fiend. MAURY: An American who can fool an English butler into thinking he's one. MURIEL: A man who comes from a good family and went to Yale or Harvard or Princeton, and has money and dances well, and all that. MAURY: At last—the perfect definition! Cardinal Newman's is now a back number. "
5 " there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well. Wilson "
6 " When I hear a man proclaiming himself an "average, honest, open fellow," I feel pretty sure that he has some definite and perhaps terrible abnormality which he has agreed to conceal--and his protestation of being average and honest and open is his way of reminding himself of his misprision. "
7 " All the babies breaking things and grabbing at the cake, and each mama going home thinking about the subtle superiority of her own child to every other child there. "
8 " recent accomplishments and insouciances of her child. "
9 " the upper windows of his house, appeared "
10 " don't think of getting out of bed yet. I've always suspected that early rising in early life makes one nervous. Clothilde "
11 " It seemed a tragedy to want nothing—and yet he wanted something, something. He knew in flashes what it was—some path of hope to lead him toward what he thought was an imminent and ominous old age. "
12 " They talk as an English butler might after several years in a Chicago grand-opera company. "
13 " you can't have _any_thing, you can't have anything at all. Because desire just cheats you. It's like a sunbeam skipping here and there about a room. It stops and gilds some inconsequential object, and we poor fools try to grasp it—but when we do the sunbeam moves on to something else, and you've got the inconsequential part, but the glitter that made you want it is gone— "
