A man’s social rank is determined by the amount of bread he eats in a sandwich. — F. Scott Fitzgerald
At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and — F. Scott Fitzgerald
“I was counting the waves”, replied Amory gravely, “I’m going in for statistics”. — F. Scott Fitzgerald
But I always felt that I’d rather be provincial hot-tamale than soup without seasoning. — F. Scott Fitzgerald