Write only of what is important and eternal.
ANTON CHEKHOVThe teacher must be an actor, an artist,passionately in love with his work.
More Anton Chekhov Quotes
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Better a debauched canary than a pious wolf.
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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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We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.
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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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If there’s any illness for which people offer many remedies, you may be sure that particular illness is incurable, I think.
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If you wish women to love you be original; I know a man who used to wear felt boots summer and winter & women fell in love with him.
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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.
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Better to perish from fools than to accept praises from them.
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If our life has a meaning, an aim, it has nothing to do with our personal happiness, but something wiser and greater.
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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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When all is said and done, no literature can outdo the cynicism of real life; you won’t intoxicate with one glass someone who has already drunk up a whole barrel.
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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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Nothing can be accomplished by logic and ethics.
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It’s very hard, feeling that you’re no more than a piece of unwanted furniture in this world.
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Lying is the same as alcoholism. Liars prevaricate even on their deathbeds.
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