F. Scott Fitzgerald is the first of the last generation.

Whoever said money can't buy happiness didn't know where to shop

Everybody gets so much information all day long that they lose their common sense.

A vegetable garden in the beginning looks so promising and then after all little by little it grows nothing but vegetables, nothing, nothing but vegetables.

You'll be old and you never lived, and you kind of feel silly to lie down and die and to never have lived, to have been a job chaser and never have lived.

You are all a lost generation.

America is my country and Paris is my hometown.

In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling.

Love: the skillful audacity required to share an inner life.

What was the use of my having come from Oakland it was not natural to have come from there yes write about it if I like or anything if I like but not there, there is no there there.

That is what you are. That's what you all are...All of you young people who served in the war. You are a lost generation.

The first few weeks of school were always surreal, like you landed on an alien planet with strange teachers and unfamiliar classrooms, even though the lockers and cafeteria seemed familiar.

Teachers are in your life to guide you.Friends are in your life to support you.Parents are in your life to bless you.Enemies are in your life to strengthen you.

Of all noises, I think music is the least disagreeable.

You can't stand still on one point for your entire life.

The future is an imagined Now, a projection of the mind.

Being taken for granted is an unpleasant but sincere form of praise. Ironically, the more reliable you are and the less you complain, the more likely you are to be taken for granted.

I never hesitate to tell a man that I am bullish or bearish. But I do not tell people to buy or sell any particular stock. In a bear market all stocks go down and in a bull market they go up.

The villain is always more entertaining because he has fewer limitations. The hero is bound by honor, by justice and by the law, sometimes.

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.

Barking dogs don't bite, but they themselves don't know it.