In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.
At 18 our convictions are hills from which we look At 45 they are caves in which we hide.
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.
Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over.
Genius is the ability to put into effect what is on your mind.
Advertising is a racket, like the movies and the brokerage business. You cannot be honest without admitting that its constructive contribution to humanity is exactly minus zero.
Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead.
Family quarrels are bitter things. They don't go according to any rules. They're not like aches or wounds, they're more like splits in the skin that won't heal because there's not enough material.
It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties, we know they won't save us any more than love did.
Genius goes around the world in its youth incessantly apologizing for having large feet. What wonder that later in life it should be inclined to raise those feet too swiftly to fools and bores.
Young people do not perceive at once that the giver of wounds is the enemy and the quoted tattle merely the arrow.
Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.
No grand idea was ever born in a conference, but a lot of foolish ideas have died there.
Nothing is as obnoxious as other people's luck.
Trouble has no necessary connection with discouragement -- discouragement has a germ of its own, as different from trouble as arthritis is different from a stiff joint.
Either you think, or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you.
You don't write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.
An author ought to write for the youth of his own generation, the critics of the next, and the schoolmaster of ever afterwards.
In the real dark night of the soul it is always three o' clock in the morning, day after day.
The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want.
Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person.
Whenever you feel like criticising anyone, just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.
It takes a genius to whine appealingly.
Gatsby, pale as death, with his hands plunged like weights in his coat pockets, was standing in a puddle of water glaring tragically into my eyes.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.