I’m thirty,” I said. “I’m five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor - F. Scott Fitzgerald

It excited him, too, that many men had already loved Daisy — it increased her value in his eyes. He felt their presence all about the house, pervading the air with the shades and echoes of still vibrant emotions.

I might have enjoyed the company of a woman or two... Or three but that had never
stopped me from loving you.

Once one is caught up into the material world not one person in ten thousand finds the time to form literary taste, to examine the validity of philosophic concepts for himself, or to form what, for lack of a better phrase, I might call the wise and tragic sense of life.