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.
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 PUSHKINAs long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINBallet is a dance executed by the human soul.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINFearing no insult, asking for no crown, receive with indifference both flattery and slander, and do not argue with a fool.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINA deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINUnrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINInspiration is needed in geometry, just as much as in poetry.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINMistress-like, its brilliance vain, highly capricious and inane.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINTo 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.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINIf you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINPlease, never despise the translator. He’s the mailman of human civilization.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINTry to be forgotten. Go live in the country. Stay in mourning for two years, then remarry, but choose somebody decent.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINMoral maxims are surprisingly useful on occasions when we can invent little else to justify our actions.
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 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 PUSHKINCabbage soup and barley. They’re Russia’s national food. Both excellent in their way, but a shade monotonous.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN