F. Scott FitzgeraldThinkers

25 (age) is oo worldly wise.

The 30s (age) is a time when we want friends. In our 40s we know they won't save us any more than love did.

31 (age) is five years too old to lie to oneself and call it honor.

32 (age) is pale from overwork.

33 (age) is the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair.

40 (age) is when we come to know that our friends, who we wanted so much in our 30s, won't save us any more than love did.

40 (age) is the age of long stories that take a whole cigar to tell.

50 (age) is the mellow age, the romantic age.

60 (age) is too near seventy.

Advertising is a racket, like the movies and the brokerage business. One cannot be honest without admitting that its constructive contribution to humanity is exactly minus zero.

Alcohol is the rose colored glasses of life.