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

Princeton - The Last Day

THE last light wanes and drifts across the land,
The low, long land, the sunny land of spires.
The ghosts of evening tune again their lyres
And wander singing, in a plaintive band
Down the long corridors of trees. Pale fires
Echo the night from tower top to tower.
Oh sleep that dreams and dream that never tires,
Press from the petals of the lotus-flower
Something of this to keep, the essence of an hour!

No more to wait the twilight of the moon
In this sequestrated vale of star and spire;
For one, eternal morning of desire
Passes to time and ...

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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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