You seem to take things so personally, hating people and worshipping them — always thinking people are so important — especially yourselves. You just… - F. Scott Fitzgerald

I like people and I like them to like me, but I wear my heart where God put it, on the inside.

Who would not be pleased at carrying lamps helpfully through the darkness?

I had a strong sudden instinct that I must be alone. I didn’t want to see any people at all. I had seen so many people all my life — I was an average mixer, but more than average in a tendency to identify myself, my ideas, my destiny, with those of all classes that came in contact with. I was always saving or being saved — in a single morning I would go through the emotions ascribable to Wellington at Waterloo. I lived in a world of inscrutable hostiles and inalienable friends and supporters.

no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . And then one fine morning — So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.