More Quotes by Alexander Pushkin
Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
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.
A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
The less we love her when we woo her, The more we draw a woman in,
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.
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 want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
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.
