It is better to have dreamed a thousand dreams that never were than never to have dreamed at all.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN
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Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
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It is better to have dreamed a thousand dreams that never were than never to have dreamed at all.
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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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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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Moscow, how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! What store of riches it imparts!
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If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
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Somewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.
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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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Cabbage soup and barley. They’re Russia’s national food. Both excellent in their way, but a shade monotonous.
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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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Don’t be sad, don’t be angry, if life deceives you! Submit to your grief – your time for joy will come, believe me.
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I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
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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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Thus people–so it seems to me– Become good friends from sheer ennui.
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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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Sad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.
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