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“Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone," he told me, "just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages you've had”

Quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald

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F. Scott Fitzgerald
F. Scott Fitzgerald

F. Scott Fitzgerald was an American author of novels and short stories, renowned for his works that encapsulate the Jazz Age and the Roaring Twenties. His most celebrated novel, 'The Great Gatsby,' is a critical and commercial success, reflecting the themes of the American Dream and the decline of the American upper class. more

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