Mistress-like, its brilliance vain, highly capricious and inane.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINCabbage soup and barley. They’re Russia’s national food. Both excellent in their way, but a shade monotonous.
More Alexander Pushkin Quotes
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Habit is Heaven’s own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
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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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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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Please, never despise the translator. He’s the mailman of human civilization.
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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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Moral maxims are surprisingly useful on occasions when we can invent little else to justify our actions.
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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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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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Inspiration is needed in geometry, just as much as in poetry.
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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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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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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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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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I was not born to amuse the Tsars.
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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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