Knowledge is of no value unless you put it into practice.
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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My love is like a stone tied round my neck; it’s dragging me down to the bottom; but I love my stone. I can’t live without it.
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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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Wisdom comes not from age, but from education and learning.
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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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I can only regard with bewilderment an educated man who is also religious.
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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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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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Exquisite nature, daydreams, and music say one thing, real life another.
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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.
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Lying is the same as alcoholism. Liars prevaricate even on their deathbeds.
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The more cultured a man, the less fortunate he is.
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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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Oh, I have now a mania for shortness. Whatever I read – my own or other people’s works – it all seems to me not short enough.
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He is an emancipated thinker who is not afraid to write foolish things.
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You must trust and believe in people or life becomes impossible.
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