The Great Gatsby

I slunk off in the direction of the cocktail table -the only place in the garden where a single man could linger without looking purposeless and alone.

Whenever you feel like criticising anyone, just remember that all the people in this world haven`t had the advantages you had.

There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.

Human sympathy has its limits, and we were content to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind.

The Buchanans' house floated suddenly toward us through the dark rustling trees.

life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all.