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Everyone has the same God; only people differ.

Anton Chekhov

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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Body Freedom Health Holy Human Intelligence Manifestation Talent Violence
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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Happiness Morning Myself Nature Night Sleep
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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God Government Himself Return Right
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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Animal Horse Interval Myself Smell Understand
Faith is an aptitude of the spirit. It is, in fact, a talent: you must be born with it.
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Aptitude Born Fact Faith Spirit Talent Yourself
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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Knowledge Life Myself Philosophy
Everything should be first-rate in a person, his face, clothes, soul and thoughts.
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Clothes Himself Person Rate Soul Thinking
Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
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Break Glass Light Moon Shine
Life is given only once, and one wants to live it boldly, with full conscious and beauty.
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Adventure Beautiful Body Conscious Life Live Oneself
People are far more sincere and good-humored at speeding their parting guests than on meeting them.
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Goodness Guest Humor Meet People Sincere Speed
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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Animal Growth Human Love Nature
Write, write, write-till your fingers break.
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Break Fingers Poet Writing Yourself
Better a debauched canary than a pious wolf.
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Animal Better Bird Wolf
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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Appreciation Fruit Learning Ourselves Time Tree
I can only regard with bewilderment an educated man who is also religious.
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Education Man Myself Regard Religious
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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Cure Myself Offering People Remedy Thinking

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