Book: Prophets and poets. Page 37

We cannot attain wisdom alone,
And that's the wisdom of humility: humility is infinite.

mouth.

The more you are subject to style, the better you master the word, the greater your power over people. The writer and the leader start with the language. Only their language is different. And - the audience.

The treasury of world culture consists of the works of dissidents who think wider than their time and their specific tasks.

Why do we live so badly? Because everyone knows what to do, and nothing can be done about it.

Every genuine writer writes only what no one else writes for him. And only such books are eternal.

Writing like Pushkin: tragic and optimistic. To debunk the mob and love people. To hate the masses and see in it a brotherhood of the suffering, to recognize oneself as only one of them. Not the ethics of heroism - the ethics of compassion for all living.

Keep. But after all, all autobiographies write in order to silence their lives, even slander themselves, they embellish themselves.

To write is to confess. Writing, as diaries are written, as Poetry and Truth is a board book for all who write about themselves. You need to look into yourself, put yourself in question, and immediately the world in which you live will be in question.

You need to write not completely, but incomplete! Completed cannot be perfect, Baudelaire believed. Completeness is dangerous for the writer; the system kills him.

Write so that the phrase excites more ideas than it contains words. Alas, too many words, too few thoughts. And our poverty is from verbosity.

It begs to write beyond any form: not as articles, reasoning and not as artistic, but to express, pour out, as you can, what you feel strongly.

It is necessary to write only when it is unbearable to endure, when the head bursts and tears flow. It is necessary that the thought matured so much that you burn with it, weep over it, so that it poison your peace - then write.

What is said without personal interest, without the attachment of love, does not deserve attention.