Change--savor the cool, fresh flavor of it.

Perhaps one never seems so much at one's ease as when one has to play a part.

O Gatsby acreditava na luz verde, no orgíaco futuro que, ano após ano, foge e recua diante de nós. Se hoje nos iludiu, pouco importa: amanhã correremos mais depressa, alongaremos mais os braços...Até que uma bela manhã... Assim vamos teimando, proas contra a corrente, incessantemente cortando as águas, a caminho do passado.

Of course people need not be always talking well. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well.

Written By George Eliot

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