Love, respect, and friendship do unite a people as well as a common hatred does.
ANTON CHEKHOVThe problem is that we attempt to solve the simplest questions cleverly, thereby rendering them unusually complex. One should seekthe simple solution.
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Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.
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If you are afraid of loneliness, do not marry.
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There are plenty of good people, but only a very, very few are precise and disciplined.
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The aim of fiction is absolute and honest truth.
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In all the universe nothing remains permanent and unchanged but the spirit.
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Not one of our mortal gauges is suitable for evaluating non-existence, for making judgments about that which is not a person.
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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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Each of us is full of too many wheels, screws and valves to permit us to judge one another on a first impression or by two or three external signs.
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My holy of holies is the human body, health, intelligence, talent, inspiration, love, and absolute freedom–freedom from violence and falsehood, no matter how the last two manifest themselves.
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When a person expends the least amount of motion on one action, that is grace.
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The world is, of course, nothing but our conception of it.
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Any idiot can face a crisis – it’s day to day living that wears you out.
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Three o’clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking at my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can’t sleep, I am so happy.
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If I had listened to the critics I’d have died drunk in the gutter
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I don’t understand anything about the ballet; all I know is that during the intervals the ballerinas stink like horses.
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