Thus people–so it seems to me– Become good friends from sheer ennui.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINFearing no insult, asking for no crown, receive with indifference both flattery and slander, and do not argue with a fool.
More Alexander Pushkin Quotes
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Then came a moment of renaissance, I looked up – you again are there, A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that`s beautiful and rare.
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I am married and happy. My only wish is that nothing will change.
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Moral maxims are surprisingly useful on occasions when we can invent little else to justify our actions.
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My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
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I do not like Moscow life. You live here not as you want to live, but as old women want you to.
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Cabbage soup and barley. They’re Russia’s national food. Both excellent in their way, but a shade monotonous.
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In this, our age of infamy Man’s choice is but to be A tyrant, traitor, prisoner: No other choice has he.
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Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
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Fearing no insult, asking for no crown, receive with indifference both flattery and slander, and do not argue with a fool.
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As long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.
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Two fixed ideas can no more exist together in the moral world than two bodies can occupy one and the same place in the physical world.
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Love passed, the Muse appeared, the weather of mind got clarity new-found; now free, I once more weave together emotion, thought, and magic sound.
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Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
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Please, never despise the translator. He’s the mailman of human civilization.
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The less we show our love to a woman, Or please her less, and neglect our duty, The more we trap and ruin her surely, In the flattering toils of philandery.
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