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.
ANTON CHEKHOVThis life of ours, human life is like a flower gloriously blooming in a meadow: along comes a goat, eats it up–no more flower.
ANTON CHEKHOVIn short stories it is better to say not enough than to say too much, because, because–I don’t know why.
ANTON CHEKHOVDo 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.
ANTON CHEKHOVThe role of the artist is to ask questions, not answer them.
ANTON CHEKHOVAn artist observes, selects, guesses, and synthesizes.
ANTON CHEKHOVLife is given only once, and one wants to live it boldly, with full conscious and beauty.
ANTON CHEKHOVThere should be more sincerity and heart in human relations, more silence and simplicity in our interactions. Be rude when you’re angry, laugh when something is funny, and answer when you’re asked.
ANTON CHEKHOVMan will become better when you show him what he is like.
ANTON CHEKHOVI can only regard with bewilderment an educated man who is also religious.
ANTON CHEKHOVYou will not become a saint through other people’s sins.
ANTON CHEKHOVWe learn about life not from plusses alone, but from minuses as well.
ANTON CHEKHOVWrite, write, write-till your fingers break.
ANTON CHEKHOVIf you want to work on your art, work on your life.
ANTON CHEKHOVJust as I shall lie alone in the grave, so, in essence, do I live alone.
ANTON CHEKHOVWhat a delight it is to respect people!
ANTON CHEKHOVEverything should be first-rate in a person, his face, clothes, soul and thoughts.
ANTON CHEKHOV