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There is nothing more awful, insulting, and depressing than banality.

Anton Chekhov

The role of the artist is to ask questions, not answer them.
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Answer Artist Question Role
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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Break exchange Future Immortal Instrument Lost Prediction Strange Worth
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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Appreciation Fruit Learning Ourselves Time Tree
Faith is an aptitude of the spirit. It is, in fact, a talent: you must be born with it.
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Aptitude Born Fact Faith Spirit Talent Yourself
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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Cruelty Ego Happiness People Seperate Understand Unity White
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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Death Life Myself See Thinking Tree Wind
You must trust and believe in people or life becomes impossible.
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Believe Impossible Life People Trust Yourself
They say philosophers and wise men are indifferent. Wrong. Indifference is a paralysis of the soul, a premature death.
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Death Different Man Philosophy Wisdom
What a fine weather today! Can’t choose whether to drink tea or to hang myself.
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Choice Drink Fine Myself Weather
If in the first act you introduce a gun, by the third act you have to use it.
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Act Gun Introduction Weapon Yourself
Only during hard times do people come to understand how difficult it is to be master of their feelings and thoughts.
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Feeling Hard Time Thinking Understand
Write, write, write-till your fingers break.
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Break Fingers Poet Writing Yourself
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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Problem Question Simplicity Solution Solve
Three o’clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking at my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can’t sleep, I am so happy.
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Happiness Morning Myself Nature Night Sleep
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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Appearance Character Impression Judgment Sign
The task of a writer is not to solve the problem but to state the problem correctly.
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Correction Problem Solve State Writing

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