Anton Chekhov
“Even while lying, you’ll be believed if you speak with authority.”
More Anton Chekhov quotes
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.
Anton ChekhovAnton Chekhov 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.
Anton ChekhovAnton Chekhov Write only of what is important and eternal.
Anton ChekhovAnton Chekhov If I had listened to the critics I’d have died drunk in the gutter
Anton ChekhovAnton Chekhov Only one who loves can remember so well.
Anton ChekhovAnton Chekhov There 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 ChekhovAnton Chekhov I expect I shall be a student to the end of my days.
Anton ChekhovAnton Chekhov Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.
Anton ChekhovAnton Chekhov Be sure not to discuss your hero’s state of mind. Make it clear from his actions.
Anton ChekhovAnton Chekhov I don’t understand anything about the ballet; all I know is that during the intervals the ballerinas stink like horses.
Anton ChekhovAnton Chekhov There is nothing more awful, insulting, and depressing than banality.
Anton ChekhovAnton Chekhov Wisdom comes not from age, but from education and learning.
Anton ChekhovAnton Chekhov To judge between good or bad, between successful and unsuccessful would take the eye of a God.
Anton ChekhovAnton Chekhov Love, respect, and friendship do unite a people as well as a common hatred does.
Anton ChekhovAnton Chekhov Each of us is full of too many wheels, screws and valves to permit us to judge one another on a first impression or by two or three external signs.
Anton ChekhovAnton Chekhov The world is, of course, nothing but our conception of it.
Anton ChekhovAnton Chekhov
