More Quotes by Alexander Pushkin
Moral maxims are surprisingly useful on occasions when we can invent little else to justify our actions.
I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
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.
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
The less we love her when we woo her, The more we draw a woman in,
He filled a shelf with a small army of books and read and read; but none of it made sense. .. They were all subject to various cramping limitations: those of the past were outdated, and those of the present were obsessed with the past.
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.
If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
