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People are far more sincere and good-humored at speeding their parting guests than on meeting them.

Anton Chekhov

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
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
Nothing can be accomplished by logic and ethics.
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Accomplishment Ethics Logic
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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Knowledge Life Myself Philosophy
You will not become a saint through other people’s sins.
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People Sin Yourself
Man is what he believes.
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Believe Himself Man
The teacher must be an actor, an artist,passionately in love with his work.
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Actor Artist Love Passion Teacher Work
The more refined one is, the more unhappy.
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Behavior Happiness Oneself
A good upbringing means not that you won’t spill sauce on the tablecloth, but that you won’t notice it when someone else does.
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Character Childhood Goodness Manner Notice
Knowledge is of no value unless you put it into practice.
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Knowledge Practice Value
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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Law Literature Medicine Myself Night Wife
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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Feeling Heart Heart Broken Marvelous Myself Thinking
Calculating selfishness is the annihilation of self.
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Calculation Oneself Selfish
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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Animal Growth Human Love Nature
Love, friendship and respect do not unite people as much as common hatred for something.
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Friendship Hate Love People Respect Unity
Everything on earth is beautiful, everything — except what we ourselves think and do when we forget the higher purposes of life and our own human dignity.
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Beautiful Dignity Earth Exception Human Life Ourselves Purpose
Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
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Break Glass Light Moon Shine
When 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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Alcohol Drink Life Literature Reality Yourself
If I had listened to the critics I’d have died drunk in the gutter
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Death Drink Listening Myself
The illusion which exalts us is dearer to us than ten thousand truths.
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Illusion Imagination Truth Worth
Everyone has the same God; only people differ.
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Difference God People Philosophy Religious
Every person lives his real, most interesting life under the cover of secrecy.
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Himself Interest Live Person Reality Secret
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
I can only regard with bewilderment an educated man who is also religious.
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Education Man Myself Regard Religious
People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy.
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Happiness Notice People Summer Winter
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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Easy Feeling Happiness Impossible Man Silence
When a person is born, he can embark on only one of three roads of life: if you go right, the wolves will eat you; if you go left, you’ll eat the wolves; if you go straight, you’ll eat yourself.
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Born Eat Life Person Right Road Yourself

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