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.
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.
More Alexander Pushkin Quotes
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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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Ballet is a dance executed by the human soul.
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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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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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Habit is Heaven’s own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
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Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
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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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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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Moral maxims are surprisingly useful on occasions when we can invent little else to justify our actions.
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My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
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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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Inspiration is needed in geometry, just as much as in poetry.
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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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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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