Quote #13
Habit is Heaven's own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
More from Aleksandr Pushkin
- Love passed, the Muse appeared, the weather of mind got clarity new-found; now free, I once more weave together emotion, thought, and magic…
- The less we show our love to a woman, Or please her less, and neglect our duty, The more we trap and ruin her surely In the flattering toil…
- The illness with which he'd been smitten should have been analysed when caught, something like spleen, that scourge of Britain, or Russia's…
- The clock of doom had struck as fated; the poet, without a sound, let fall his pistol on the ground.
- A man who's active and incisive can yet keep nail-care much in mind: why fight what's known to be decisive? custom is despot of mankind.
- Moscow... how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! what store of riches it imparts!
- Always contented with his life, and with his dinner, and his wife.
- Sad that our finest aspiration Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.