Kneel down, put your hands together and Pray, I am thankful for everything you done for me Amen

Talent was merely the underpinnings. To be an artist, you also had to have nerve. And to maintain nerve, you had to have drive.

what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.

I see now that this has been a story of the West, after all--Tom and Gatsby, Daisy and Jordan and I, were all Westerners, and perhaps we possessed some deficiency in common which made us subtly unadaptable to Eastern life.

Written By F. Scott Fitzgerald

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