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Habit is Heaven's tame redress:
it tugs down the skirts of Happiness.
—Alexander Pushkin, translation by Michael R. Burch

Till, conquered by gusts of cold air,
as Winter approaches, I find,
on a branch that is otherwise bare,
trembling, a leaf left behind.
—Alexander Pushkin, translation by Michael R. Burch

Whom to love, to trust and treasure,
who won’t betray us in the end?
Whose kindest thoughts will measure
our words as we intend?
—Alexander Pushkin, translation by Michael R. Burch

Then came a moment of realization:
I looked again and you were there,
a fleeting glimpse of perfection,
of all that’s exquisite and rare.
—Alexander Pushkin, translation by Michael R. Burch

When I want to understand you,
I study your obscurities.
—Alexander Pushkin, translation by Michael R. Burch

Never despise the translator, he's the courier of civilization.—Alexander Pushkin, translation by Michael R. Burch

My whole life was covenanted to this meeting with you…—Alexander Pushkin, translation by Michael R. Burch

I was not put here to entertain Tsars.—Alexander Pushkin,  translation by Michael R. Burch

Fear no insult, seek no crown, receive flattery and slander with equal indifference, and never argue with a fool.—Alexander Pushkin,  translation by Michael R. Burch

Better ten thousand unrealized dreams than never to have dreamed at all.—Alexander Pushkin, translation by Michael R. Burch

If only you knew the inferno within, which I attempt to tamp down with reason!—Alexander Pushkin, translation by Michael R. Burch

The less we love women, the easier they are to charm.—Alexander Pushkin,  translation by Michael R. Burch

As poetry requires inspiration, so does geometry.—Alexander Pushkin, translation by Michael R. Burch

Ecstasy is a glass full of tea melting a sugar cube.—Alexander Pushkin, translation by Michael R. Burch

Unrequited love is not an affront but an incentive to excel next time.—Alexander Pushkin, translation by Michael R. Burch

Moral maxims are most useful when nothing else can excuse our failures.—Alexander Pushkin, translation by Michael R. Burch

Write for pleasure, publish for perks.—Alexander Pushkin, translation by Michael R. Burch

Better an exalting illusion than ten thousand low truths.—Alexander Pushkin, translation by Michael R. Burch

As long as I live in one heart, I remain immortal.—Alexander Pushkin,  translation by Michael R. Burch

Keywords/Tags: habit, heaven, winter, cold, coldness, love, trust, treasure, words, life, dreams
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