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.
ANTON CHEKHOVOh, 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.
ANTON CHEKHOVWrite, write, write-till your fingers break.
ANTON CHEKHOVThere are plenty of good people, but only a very, very few are precise and disciplined.
ANTON CHEKHOVThe more cultured a man, the less fortunate he is.
ANTON CHEKHOVMy holy of holies is the human body, health, intelligence, talent, inspiration, love, and absolute freedom–freedom from violence and falsehood, no matter how the last two manifest themselves.
ANTON CHEKHOVLet 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.
ANTON CHEKHOVHe who desires nothing, hopes for nothing, and is afraid of nothing, cannot be an artist.
ANTON CHEKHOVI can only regard with bewilderment an educated man who is also religious.
ANTON CHEKHOVOnly one who loves can remember so well.
ANTON CHEKHOVYou will not become a saint through other people’s sins.
ANTON CHEKHOVIf you ever have need of my life, come and take it.
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 CHEKHOVThe happy man only feels at ease because the unhappy bear their burden in silence. Without this silence, happiness would be impossible.
ANTON CHEKHOVMedicine is my lawful wife and literature my mistress; when I get tired of one, I spend the night with the other.
ANTON CHEKHOVBetter a debauched canary than a pious wolf.
ANTON CHEKHOVIn 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.
ANTON CHEKHOV