There is nothing more awful, insulting, and depressing than banality.
ANTON CHEKHOVThere is nothing more awful, insulting, and depressing than banality.
ANTON CHEKHOVIf I had listened to the critics I’d have died drunk in the gutter
ANTON CHEKHOVIt is easy to be a philosopher in academia, but it is very difficult to be a philosopher in life.
ANTON CHEKHOVIt’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.
ANTON CHEKHOVYou will not become a saint through other people’s sins.
ANTON CHEKHOVOnly one who loves can remember so well.
ANTON CHEKHOVThey say philosophers and wise men are indifferent. Wrong. Indifference is a paralysis of the soul, a premature death.
ANTON CHEKHOVI don’t understand anything about the ballet; all I know is that during the intervals the ballerinas stink like horses.
ANTON CHEKHOVPeople are far more sincere and good-humored at speeding their parting guests than on meeting them.
ANTON CHEKHOVTo 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 CHEKHOVI observed that after marriage people cease to be curious.
ANTON CHEKHOVThe task of a writer is not to solve the problem but to state the problem correctly.
ANTON CHEKHOVLove, respect, and friendship do unite a people as well as a common hatred does.
ANTON CHEKHOVWrite, write, write-till your fingers break.
ANTON CHEKHOVBetter to perish from fools than to accept praises from them.
ANTON CHEKHOVThere is something beautiful, touching and poetic when one person loves more than the other, and the other is indifferent.
ANTON CHEKHOV