Francis Scott Fitzgerald

((1896 - 1940) / Saint Paul, Minnesota, United States)

Francis Scott Fitzgerald Quotes

  • ''It occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well.''
    F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940), U.S. author. Nick Carraway, in The Great Gatsby, ch. 7 (1925). He is the narrator.
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  • ''Either you think—or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you.''
    F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940), U.S. author. Nicole's thoughts, in Tender Is the Night, bk. 3, ch. 7 (1934).
  • ''His life was a sort of dream, as are most lives with the mainspring left out.''
    F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940), U.S. author. "Notebook C," The Crack-Up, ed. by Edmund Wilson (1945).
  • ''The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaieties, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it.''
    F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940), U.S. author. "Notebook D," The Crack-Up, ed. Edmund Wilson (1945).
  • ''Switzerland is a country where very few things begin, but many things end.''
    F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940), U.S. author. "Notebook E," The Crack-Up, ed. Edmund Wilson (1945).
  • ''Optimism is the content of small men in high places.''
    F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940), U.S. author. "Notebook E," The Crack-Up, ed. Edmund Wilson (1945).

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Best Poem of Francis Scott Fitzgerald

On A Play Twice Seen

HERE in the figured dark I watch once more;
There with the curtain rolls a year away,
A year of years — There was an idle day
Of ours, when happy endings didn't bore
Our unfermented souls, and rocks held ore:
Your little face beside me, wide-eyed, gay,
Smiled its own repertoire, while the poor play
Reached me as a faint ripple reaches shore.

Yawning and wondering an evening through
I watch alone — and chatterings of course
Spoil the one scene which somehow did have charms;
You wept a bit, and I grew sad for you
Right there, where Mr. X ...

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City Dusk

COME out . . . . out
To this inevitable night of mine
Oh you drinker of new wine,
Here's pageantry . . . . Here's carnival,
Rich dusk, dim streets and all
The whispering of city night . . . .

I have closed my book of fading harmonies,
(The shadows fell across me in the park)

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