Vladimir Mayakovsky quotes

" No gray hairs streak my soul, no grandfatherly fondness there! I shake the world with the might of my voice, and walk --handsome, twenty-two year old. " # Age and Aging # Adversity # Kindness

" The love boat has crashed against the everyday. " # Love # Accidents # Success

" On the pavement of my trampled soul the steps of madmen weave the prints of rude crude words. " # Knowledge # Madness # Information

" Tramp squares with rebellious treading! Up heads! As proud peaks be seen! In the second flood we are spreading Every city on earth will be clean. " # Ideas # Cities and City Life # Rebellion

" Art must not be concentrated in dead shrines called museums. lt must be spread everywhere – on the streets, in the trams, factories, workshops, and in the workers' homes. " # Museums and Galleries # Love # Arts and Artists

" A rhyme's                … a barrel of dynamite.                               A line is a fuse                                                     that's lit. The line smoulders,                               the rhyme explodes – and by a stanza                         a city                                   is blown to bits. " # Poetry and Poets # Cities and City Life # Love

" I want to be understood by my country, but if I fail to be understood – what then?, I shall pass through my native land to one side, like a shower of slanting rain. " # Truth # America # Character

" Agitprop               sticks                         in my teeth too, and I'd rather                     compose                                    romances for you – more profit in it                       and more charm. But I           subdued                          myself,                                     setting my heel on the throat                     of my own song. " # Romance and Romanticism # Music # Love

" Love's ship has foundered on the rocks of life. We're quits: stupid to draw up a list of mutual sorrows, hurts and pains. " # Love # Pain # Sorrow

" I understand the power and the alarm of words – Not those that they applaud from theatre-boxes, but those which make coffins break from bearers and on their four oak legs walk right away. " # Theater # Fear # Love