The world is, of course, nothing but our conception of it.
ANTON CHEKHOVLife is given only once, and one wants to live it boldly, with full conscious and beauty.
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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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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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Everyone has the same God; only people differ.
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Only during hard times do people come to understand how difficult it is to be master of their feelings and thoughts.
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Everything on earth is beautiful, everything — except what we ourselves think and do when we forget the higher purposes of life and our own human dignity.
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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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The more cultured a man, the less fortunate he is.
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An artist observes, selects, guesses, and synthesizes.
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It is easy to be a philosopher in academia, but it is very difficult to be a philosopher in life.
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When asked, “Why do you always wear black?”, he said, “I am mourning for my life.
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Oh, I have now a mania for shortness. Whatever I read – my own or other people’s works – it all seems to me not short enough.
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You ask me what life is. That’s like asking what a carrot is. A carrot is a carrot, and there’s nothing more to know.
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The secret of boring people lies in telling them everything.
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Every person lives his real, most interesting life under the cover of secrecy.
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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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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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My love is like a stone tied round my neck; it’s dragging me down to the bottom; but I love my stone. I can’t live without it.
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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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The task of a writer is not to solve the problem but to state the problem correctly.
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Women can’t forgive failure.
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Brevity – the sister of talent.
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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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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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The world perishes not from bandits and fires, but from hatred, hostility, and all these petty squabbles.
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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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Life is given only once, and one wants to live it boldly, with full conscious and beauty.
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