He who desires nothing, hopes for nothing, and is afraid of nothing, cannot be an artist.
ANTON CHEKHOV
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There are plenty of good people, but only a very, very few are precise and disciplined.
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He who desires nothing, hopes for nothing, and is afraid of nothing, cannot be an artist.
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Lying is the same as alcoholism. Liars prevaricate even on their deathbeds.
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In short stories it is better to say not enough than to say too much, because, because–I don’t know why.
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It’s not a matter of old or new forms; a person writes without thinking about any forms, he writes because it flows freely from his soul.
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My own experience is that once a story has been written, one has to cross out the beginning and the end. It is there that we authors do most of our lying.
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For God’s sake, have some self-respect and do not run off at the mouth if your brain is out to lunch.
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Love, friendship and respect do not unite people as much as common hatred for something.
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The more cultured a man, the less fortunate he is.
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I kept thinking how marvellous it would be if I could somehow tear my heart, which felt so heavy, out of my chest.
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What seems to us serious, significant and important will, in future times, be forgotten or won’t seem important at all.
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Wisdom comes not from age, but from education and learning.
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I expect I shall be a student to the end of my days.
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The unhappy are egotistical, base, unjust, cruel, and even less capable of understanding one another than are idiots. Unhappiness does not unite people, but separates them.
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In all the universe nothing remains permanent and unchanged but the spirit.
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