Fearing no insult, asking for no crown, receive with indifference both flattery and slander, and do not argue with a fool.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINFearing no insult, asking for no crown, receive with indifference both flattery and slander, and do not argue with a fool.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINWith womankind, the less we love them, the easier they become to charm.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINPlease, never despise the translator. He’s the mailman of human civilization.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINAs long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINLove passed, the Muse appeared, the weather of mind got clarity new-found; now free, I once more weave together emotion, thought, and magic sound.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINI was not born to amuse the Tsars.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINHabit is Heaven’s own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINDon’t be sad, don’t be angry, if life deceives you! Submit to your grief – your time for joy will come, believe me.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINThe 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.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINTis 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.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINMistress-like, its brilliance vain, highly capricious and inane.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINThen came a moment of renaissance, I looked up – you again are there, A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that`s beautiful and rare.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINTwo 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.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINA 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.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINI’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.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINIt is better to have dreamed a thousand dreams that never were than never to have dreamed at all.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN