That's metaphysics, my dear fellow. It's forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won't take it.
Boris PasternakHe realised, more vividly than ever before, that art had two constant, two unending preoccupations: it is always meditating upon death and it is always thereby creating life.
Boris PasternakBut what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?
Boris PasternakIn every generation there has to be some fool who will speak the truth as he sees it.
Boris Pasternak