There was a hint in the air that the earth was hurrying on toward other weather; the lush midsummer moment outside of time was already over. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon, and when you are my age you will give out, as I do, the genial golden warmth of 4 p.m.

You will feel your own reflection sliding along the eyes of those who look at you. You are no longer insulated; but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.

Whenever you feel like criticizing any one... just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.