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

We Leave To-Night

WE leave to-night . . .
Silent, we filled the still, deserted street,
A column of dim gray,
And ghosts rose startled at the muffled beat
Along the moonless way;
The shadowy shipyards echoed to the feet
That turned from night and day.

And so we linger on the windless decks,
See on the spectre shore
Shades of a thousand days, poor gray-ribbed wrecks . . .
Oh, shall we then deplore
Those futile years!

See how the sea is white!
The clouds have broken and the heavens burn
To hollow highways, paved with gravelled light
The ...

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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.

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