In nature a repulsive caterpillar turns into a lovely butterfly. But with human beings it is the other way round: a lovely butterfly turns into a repulsive caterpillar.
ANTON CHEKHOVThe task of a writer is not to solve the problem but to state the problem correctly.
More Anton Chekhov Quotes
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Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare, and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit.
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Women can’t forgive failure.
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Life is given only once, and one wants to live it boldly, with full conscious and beauty.
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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 a person is born, he can embark on only one of three roads of life: if you go right, the wolves will eat you; if you go left, you’ll eat the wolves; if you go straight, you’ll eat yourself.
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Write only of what is important and eternal.
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If I had listened to the critics I’d have died drunk in the gutter
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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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I can only regard with bewilderment an educated man who is also religious.
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A woman can become a man’s friend only in the following stages – first an acquantaince, next a mistress, and only then a friend.
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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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A good person will feel guilty even before a dog.
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The government is not God. It does not have the right to take away that which it can’t return even if it wants to.
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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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Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
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