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

That however the brains and abilities of men may differ, their stomachs are essentially the same.

The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.