My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
ALEXANDER PUSHKINHabit is Heaven’s own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
More Alexander Pushkin Quotes
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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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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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Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
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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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Moral maxims are surprisingly useful on occasions when we can invent little else to justify our actions.
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To love all ages yield surrender; But to the young it’s raptures bring A blessing bountiful and tender- As storms refresh the fields of spring.
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I was not born to amuse the Tsars.
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Inspiration is needed in geometry, just as much as in poetry.
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Please, never despise the translator. He’s the mailman of human civilization.
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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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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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Moscow, how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! What store of riches it imparts!
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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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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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If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
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