The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

Any rich, unprogressive old party with that particularly grasping, acquisitive form of mentality known as financial genius can own a paper that is the intellectual meat and drink of thousands of tired, hurried men, men too involved in the business of modern living to swallow anything but predigested food. For two cents the voter buys his politics, prejudices, and philosophy.

I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes.

i was perhaps an egotist in youth, but i soon found it made me morbid to think too much about myself