A poet's autobiography is his poetry. Anything else is just a footnote.

— Yevgeny Yevtushenko

A show of envy is an insult to oneself.

— Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Be equal to your talent, not your age. At times let the gap between them be embarrassing.

— Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Envy is an insult to oneself.

— Yevgeny Yevtushenko

How can the confessor teach/ those who are lost and sick at heart, / when he himself, among the sinners, / is worse, and most forsaken?/ It is only a game we play/ with other people's sins./ Besides, everyone knows/ that everyone lies confessing.

— Yevgeny Yevtushenko

No one sleeps more beautifully than you. But I am afraid that you will waken just now, and touch me with an indifferent glance, lightly passing, and commit the murder of beauty.

— Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers.

— Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy.

— Yevgeny Yevtushenko

They tell me, shaking their heads:"You should be kinder. You are somehow furious". I used to be kind. It didn’t last long.

— Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Time has a way of demonstrating that the most stubborn are the most intelligent.

— Yevgeny Yevtushenko