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In people's eyes I read
Pages of malice and sin.

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Of two close friends, one is always the slave of the other.

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And everything that he saw before him
He despised or hated.

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Alone, as before, in the universe
Without hope and without love!..

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And I, as I lived, in an alien land
Will die a slave and an orphan.

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Out of life's storm I carried only a few ideas - and not one feeling.

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My love had grown one with my soul; it became darker, but did not go out

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A strange thing, the human heart in general, and woman's heart in particular.

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O vanity! you are the lever by means of which Archimedes wished to lift the earth!

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I was born, so that the whole world could be a spectator
Of my triumph or my doom...

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... man, this ruler over general evil,
With a perfidious heart, with a lying tongue...

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For what did the creator prepare me,
Why did he so terribly contradict
The hopes of my youth?...

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Many a calm river begins as a turbulent waterfall, yet none hurtles and foams all the way to the sea.

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I want to reconcile myself with heaven,
I want to love, I want to pray,
I want to believe in good.

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One should never spurn a penitent criminal: in his despair he may become twice as much a criminal as before.

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Happy people are ignoramuses and glory is nothing else but success, and to achieve it one only has to be cunning.

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Of two friends, one is always the slave of the other, although frequently neither acknowledges the fact to himself.

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I am like a man yawning at a ball; the only reason he does not go home to bed is that his carriage has not arrived yet.

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No, I'm not Byron, it's my role
To be an undiscovered wonder,
Like him, a persecuted wand'rer,
But furnished with a Russian soul.

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The love of savages isn't much better than the love of noble ladies; ignorance and simple-heartedness can be as tiresome as coquetry.

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A solitary sail that rises
White in the blue mist on the foam —
What is it in far lands it prizes?
What does it leave behind at home?

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Beneath, the azure current floweth,
Above, the golden sunlight glows.
Rebellious, the storms it wooeth,
As if the storms could give repose.

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No, it is not you I love so ardently,
The glitter of your beauty is not for me:
I love in you my past suffering
And my perished youth.

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Women! Women! Who can understand them? Their smiles contradict their glances, their words promise and allure, but the tone of their voice repels.

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What is this eternity to me without you?
What is the infinity of my domains?
Empty ringing words,
A spacious temple — without a divinity!

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