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.
More Quotes by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Forgotten is forgiven.
Great art is the contempt of a great man for small art.
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.
In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.
First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.
For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming.