Fearing no insult, asking for no crown, receive with indifference both flattery and slander, and do not argue with a fool.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINIt is better to have dreamed a thousand dreams that never were than never to have dreamed at all.
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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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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Tis time, my friend, ’tis time! For rest the heart is aching; Days follow days in flight, and every day is taking, Fragments of being, while together you and I, Make plans to live. Look, all is dust, and we shall die.
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Play interests me very much,” said Hermann: “but I am not in the position to sacrifice the necessary in the hope of winning the superfluous.
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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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A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
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Try to be forgotten. Go live in the country. Stay in mourning for two years, then remarry, but choose somebody decent.
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With womankind, the less we love them, the easier they become to charm.
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Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.
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Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
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Thank you, darling, for learning to play chess. It is an absolute necessity for any well organized family. (in a letter to his wife)
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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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A man who’s active and incisive can yet keep nail-care much in mind: why fight what’s known to be decisive? Custom is despot of mankind.
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Inspiration is needed in geometry, just as much as in poetry.
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I’ve lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust; Now all that’s left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to dust.
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