Boris PasternakThinkers

The Conscious is a light directed outward. it's like the headlights on a locomotive—turn them inward and you'd have a crash.

History is the setting up, through the ages, of works which are consistently devoted to solving death and to overcoming it in the future.

History is not perceivable — it cannot be seen, just as one cannot see grass growing.

Insomnia is produced by a conscious attempt to fall asleep, for consciousness is a poison when we apply it to ourselves.

Man is born to live, not to prepare to live.

A Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us.

The Writer is the Faust of modern society.