He who desires nothing, hopes for nothing, and is afraid of nothing, cannot be an artist.
ANTON CHEKHOVIf in the first act you introduce a gun, by the third act you have to use it.
More Anton Chekhov Quotes
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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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If you are afraid of loneliness, do not marry.
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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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Life on earth is inconceivable without trees.
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To regard one’s immortality as an exchange of matter is as strange as predicting the future of a violin case once the expensive violin it held has broken and lost its worth.
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Medicine is my lawful wife and literature my mistress; when I get tired of one, I spend the night with the other.
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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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There are plenty of good people, but only a very, very few are precise and disciplined.
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In all the universe nothing remains permanent and unchanged but the spirit.
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Faith is an aptitude of the spirit. It is, in fact, a talent: you must be born with it.
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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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There is something beautiful, touching and poetic when one person loves more than the other, and the other is indifferent.
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You will not become a saint through other people’s sins.
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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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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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