Envy is an insult to oneself. Yevgeny Yevtushenko More Quotes by Yevgeny Yevtushenko More Quotes From Yevgeny Yevtushenko When truth is replaced by silence,the silence is a lie. Yevgeny Yevtushenko silence truth lying One day posterity will remember these strange times, when ordinary common honesty was called courage. Yevgeny Yevtushenko honesty one-day ordinary Ever since then I have known that if all the values in this world are more or less questionable, the most important thing in life is kindness. Yevgeny Yevtushenko things-in-life important kindness Unfortunately justice is the train that's nearly always late. Yevgeny Yevtushenko late train justice Translation is like a woman. If it is beautiful, it is not faithful. If it is faithful, it is most certainly not beautiful. Yevgeny Yevtushenko faithful translations beautiful There is no need to fear the strong. All one needs is to know the method of overcoming them. There is a special jujitsu for every strong man. Yevgeny Yevtushenko strong power men Life is a rainbow which also includes black. Yevgeny Yevtushenko rainbow love life Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy. Yevgeny Yevtushenko sadness sorrow happiness When there is freedom of speech, I've found that the majority of people really have nothing to say. Yevgeny Yevtushenko freedom-of-speech majority people To partly remain a child: that is to be really mature. Yevgeny Yevtushenko mature children Everything I do, I do on the principle of Russian borscht. You can throw everything into it beets, carrots, cabbage, onions, everything you want. What's important is the result, the taste of the borscht. Yevgeny Yevtushenko onions important vegetables Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers. Yevgeny Yevtushenko new-frontiers poetry bird A poet's autobiography is his poetry. Anything else can only be a footnote. Yevgeny Yevtushenko poetic poetry history Only when the sense of the pain of others begins does man begin Yevgeny Yevtushenko pain sympathy men I do not like poems that resemble hay compressed into a geometrically perfect cube. I like it when the hay, unkempt, uncombed, with dry berries mixed in it, thrown together gaily and freely, bounces along atop some truck-and more, if there are some lovely and healthy lasses atop the hay-and better yet if the branches catch at the hay, and some of it tumbles to the road. Yevgeny Yevtushenko lovely healthy perfect In any man who dies there dies with him his first snow and kiss and fight... Not people die but worlds die in them. Yevgeny Yevtushenko kissing fighting death Character begins to form at the first pinch of anxiety about ourselves. Yevgeny Yevtushenko anxiety character firsts True sport is always a duel, a duel with nature, with one's own fear, with one's own fatigue, a duel in which the body and the mind are strengthened. Yevgeny Yevtushenko nature fear sports Give me a mystery - just a plain and simple one - a mystery which is diffidence and silence, a slim little bare-foot mystery: give me a mystery - just one! Yevgeny Yevtushenko simple feet giving In Russia all tyrants believe poets to be their worst enemies. Yevgeny Yevtushenko russia courage believe
