I don’t understand anything about the ballet; all I know is that during the intervals the ballerinas stink like horses.
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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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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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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People are far more sincere and good-humored at speeding their parting guests than on meeting them.
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There are plenty of good people, but only a very, very few are precise and disciplined.
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Do you see that tree? It is dead but it still sways in the wind with the others. I think it would be like that with me. That if I died I would still be part of life in one way or another.
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When asked, “Why do you always wear black?”, he said, “I am mourning for my life.
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People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy.
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A good upbringing means not that you won’t spill sauce on the tablecloth, but that you won’t notice it when someone else does.
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Be sure not to discuss your hero’s state of mind. Make it clear from his actions.
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Lying is the same as alcoholism. Liars prevaricate even on their deathbeds.
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If in the first act you introduce a gun, by the third act you have to use it.
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Wisdom comes not from age, but from education and learning.
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To regard one’s immortality as an exchange of matter is as strange as predicting the future of a violin case once the expensive violin it held has broken and lost its worth.
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The 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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Try to reason about love, and you will lose your reason.
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