"And he could not tell why the struggle was worthwhile, why he had determined to use the utmost himself and his heritage from the personalities he ha… - F. Scott Fitzgerald

"I know myself," he cried, "but that is all."

"He lifted his arms to the crystaline, radiant sky.
"I know myself," he cried, "but that is all.

He stretched his arms to the crystalline, radiant sky. "I know myself," he cried, "but that is all — "

In 1913, when Anthony Patch was twenty-five, two years were already gone since irony, the Holy Ghost of this later day, had, theoretically at least, descended upon him.

Long afterward Amory thought of sophomore spring as the happiest time of his life. His ideas were in tune with life as he found it; he wanted no more than to drift and dream and enjoy a dozen new-found friendships through the April afternoons.

I don't complain of conventional morality. I complain rather of the mediocre heretics who seize upon the findings of sophistication and adopt the pose of a moral freedom to which they are by no means entitled by their intelligences.