Write, write, write-till your fingers break.
ANTON CHEKHOVThe 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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Calculating selfishness is the annihilation of self.
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The snow has not yet left the earth but spring is already asking to enter your heart.
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If I had listened to the critics I’d have died drunk in the gutter
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Brevity – the sister of talent.
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Everything should be first-rate in a person, his face, clothes, soul and thoughts.
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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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There is something beautiful, touching and poetic when one person loves more than the other, and the other is indifferent.
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This life of ours, human life is like a flower gloriously blooming in a meadow: along comes a goat, eats it up–no more flower.
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We learn about life not from plusses alone, but from minuses as well.
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The world perishes not from bandits and fires, but from hatred, hostility, and all these petty squabbles.
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Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
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Medicine is my lawful wife and literature my mistress; when I get tired of one, I spend the night with the other.
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The more refined one is, the more unhappy.
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All saints have past and all sinners have a future.
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Man will become better when you show him what he is like.
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