He who desires nothing, hopes for nothing, and is afraid of nothing, cannot be an artist.
ANTON CHEKHOVWhen 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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They say philosophers and wise men are indifferent. Wrong. Indifference is a paralysis of the soul, a premature death.
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It’s not a matter of old or new forms; a person writes without thinking about any forms, he writes because it flows freely from his soul.
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I kept thinking how marvellous it would be if I could somehow tear my heart, which felt so heavy, out of my chest.
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He is an emancipated thinker who is not afraid to write foolish things.
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When a person expends the least amount of motion on one action, that is grace.
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Only one who loves can remember so well.
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Nothing can be accomplished by logic and ethics.
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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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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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Every person lives his real, most interesting life under the cover of secrecy.
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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 aim of fiction is absolute and honest truth.
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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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What a delight it is to respect people!
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The happy man only feels at ease because the unhappy bear their burden in silence. Without this silence, happiness would be impossible.
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