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.
ANTON CHEKHOVDon’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
More Anton Chekhov Quotes
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Write, write, write-till your fingers break.
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Write only of what is important and eternal.
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Everyone has the same God; only people differ.
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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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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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Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
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It’s very hard, feeling that you’re no more than a piece of unwanted furniture in this world.
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You only have to start a job of work to realize how few decent, honest folk there are about.
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The snow has not yet left the earth but spring is already asking to enter your heart.
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Love, respect, and friendship do unite a people as well as a common hatred does.
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The problem is that we attempt to solve the simplest questions cleverly, thereby rendering them unusually complex. One should seekthe simple solution.
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Money, like vodka, turns a person into an eccentric.
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The world is, of course, nothing but our conception of it.
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This life of ours, human life is like a flower gloriously blooming in a meadow: along comes a goat, eats it up–no more flower.
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I expect I shall be a student to the end of my days.
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