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He was balancing himself on the dashboard of his car with that resourcefulness of movement that is so peculiarly American – that comes, I suppose, with the absence of lifting work in youth and, even more, with the formless grace of our nervous, sporadic games.

In wine is truth, and the truth had all come out, “that is, all the uncleanness of his coarse and envious heart”!

Astenersi dal giudicare implica un’infinita speranza.

But one only woke people if one knew what one wanted to say to them. And she wanted to say not one thing, but everything.

What do you want? Everything. I want everything and I will take whatever I get.

Trifles, trifles are what matter! Why, it’s just such trifles that always ruin everything… .

I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity. The bored haughty face that she turned to the world concealed something- most affectations conceal something eventually, even though they don’t in the beginning

He kiss’d, –the last of many doubled kisses, –this orient pearl.

Men are sex machines, said Aunt Lydia, and not much more. They only want one thing. You must learn to manipulate them, for your own good.

The truth was that Jay Gatsby of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his platonic conception of himself.

Let him forever go!-Let him not, Charmian. Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,The other way he’s a Mars.

Something new and unexpected, something hitherto unknown and undreamt of, had taken place in him. He did not so much understand with his mind as feel instinctively with the full force of his emotions that he could never again communicate with these people in a great gush of feeling, as he had just now, or in any way whatever.

to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther….And one fine morning-

As I made my way home, I thought Jem and I would get grown but there wasn’t much else left for us to learn, except possibly algebra.

..What our contempt often hurls from us,We wish it our again; the present pleasure,By revolution lowering,does becomeThe opposite of itself..

And so when she left, she left for good. But I could not believe she had left for a perpetual journey. She had, I felt sure, left for a place — a place where she could stay long enough for it to matter, long enough for the next leaving to feel as good as the last one had. There is a corner of the world somewhere far away from here where no one knows what Margo Roth Spiegelman means. And Margo is sitting in that corner, scrawling in her black notebook.

It is almost better to tell your own lies than somebody else’s truth; in the first case you are a man, in the second you are no better than a parrot!

Life is scientific, that’s what it is.

The first category is always the man of the present, the second the man of the future. The first preserve the world and people it, the second move the world and lead it to its goal.

Naturally men are drowned in a storm, but it is a perfectly straightforward affair, and the depths of the sea are only water after all.