F. Scott Fitzgerald

Great art is the contempt of a great man for small art.

His was a great sin who first invented consciousness. Let us lose it for a few hours.

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

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

Her body calculated to a millimeter to suggest a bud yet guarantee a flower.

The idea that to make a man work you've got to hold gold in front of his eyes is a growth, not an axiom. We've done that for so long that we've forgotten there's any other way.

The victor belongs to the spoils.

Only remember west of the Mississippi it's a little more look, see, act. A little less rationalize, comment, talk.

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

Genius goes around the world in its youth incessantly apologizing for having large feet. What wonder that later in life it should be inclined to raise those feet too swiftly to fools and bores.

No such thing as a man willing to be honest - that would be like a blind man willing to see.

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

Though the Jazz Age continued it became less and less an affair of youth. The sequel was like a children's party taken over by the elders.

No grand idea was ever born in a conference, but a lot of foolish ideas have died there.

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

After all, life hasn't much to offer except youth, and I suppose for older people, the love of youth in others.

Life is essentially a cheat and its conditions are those of defeat; the redeeming things are not happiness and pleasure but the deeper satisfactions that come out of struggle.

It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won't save us any more than love did.

At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.

No decent career was ever founded on a public.