Not one of our mortal gauges is suitable for evaluating non-existence, for making judgments about that which is not a person.
ANTON CHEKHOVYou will not become a saint through other people’s sins.
More Anton Chekhov Quotes
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Write, write, write-till your fingers break.
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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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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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Exquisite nature, daydreams, and music say one thing, real life another.
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We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.
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You confuse two things: solving a problem and stating a problem correctly. It is only the second that is obligatory for an artist.
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Brevity – the sister of talent.
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Knowledge is of no value unless you put it into practice.
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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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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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Lying is the same as alcoholism. Liars prevaricate even on their deathbeds.
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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.
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People are far more sincere and good-humored at speeding their parting guests than on meeting them.
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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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The world is, of course, nothing but our conception of it.
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