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More Quotes by Alexander Pushkin
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
It's a lucky man, a very lucky man, who is committed to what he believes, who has stifled intellectual detachment and can relax in the luxury of his emotions - like a tipsy traveller resting for the night at wayside inn.
I was not born to amuse the Tsars.
It's a lucky man who leaves early from life's banquet, before he's drained to the dregs his goblet - full of wine; yes, it's a lucky man who has not read life's novel to the end, but has been wise enough to part with it abruptly - like me with my Onegin.
Dearer to me than a host of base truths is the illusion that exalts.
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.
I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
Play interests me very much," said Hermann: "but I am not in the position to sacrifice the necessary in the hope of winning the superfluous.
If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
