The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

I believe that on the first night I went to Gatsby's house I was one of the few guests who had actually been invited. People were not invited - they went there.

In the real dark night of the soul it is always three o' clock in the morning, day after day.

In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.

Always willing to lend a helping hand to the one above him.

It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won't save us any more than love did.