He 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 PasternakAs for the men in power, they are so anxious to establish the myth of infallibility that they do their utmost to ignore truth.
Boris PasternakA corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.
Boris Pasternak