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Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.

Alexander Pushkin

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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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As long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.
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I’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.
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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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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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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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Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.
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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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Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
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Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
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Please, never despise the translator. He’s the mailman of human civilization.
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Love passed, the Muse appeared, the weather of mind got clarity new-found; now free, I once more weave together emotion, thought, and magic sound.
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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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Habit is Heaven’s own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
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Write for pleasure and publish for money.
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With womankind, the less we love them, the easier they become to charm.
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Charm Kind Love Woman

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