Boris Pasternak

I don’t like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and…

I come here to speak poetry. It will always be in the grass. It will…

Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it…

You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction’s path, When life…

Art has two constant, two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and thus always…

At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though…

Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary…