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F. Scott Fitzgerald
September 24, 1896 - December 21, 1940
Nationality: American
Category: Author
Subcategory: American Author

The compensation of a very early success is a conviction that life is a romantic matter. In the best sense one stays young.

   

In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.

   

The victor belongs to the spoils.

   

You can stroke people with words.

   

No decent career was ever founded on a public.

   

There are no second acts in American lives.

   

The world, as a rule, does not live on beaches and in country clubs.

   

The easiest way to get a reputation is to go outside the fold, shout around for a few years as a violent atheist or a dangerous radical, and then crawl back to the shelter.

   

Genius is the ability to put into effect what is on your mind.

   

I like people and I like them to like me, but I wear my heart where God put it, on the inside.

   

Switzerland is a country where very few things begin, but many things end.

   

Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over.

   

The faces of most American women over thirty are relief maps of petulant and bewildered unhappiness.

   

When people are taken out of their depths they lose their heads, no matter how charming a bluff they may put up.

   

What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon? And the day after that, and the next thirty years?

   

You don't write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.

   

Riches have never fascinated me, unless combined with the greatest charm or distinction.

   

It's not a slam at you when people are rude, it's a slam at the people they've met before.

   

Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.

   

For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming.

   

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