The secret of boring people lies in telling them everything.
ANTON CHEKHOVYou only have to start a job of work to realize how few decent, honest folk there are about.
More Anton Chekhov Quotes
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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.
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In all the universe nothing remains permanent and unchanged but the spirit.
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Write, write, write-till your fingers break.
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He who desires nothing, hopes for nothing, and is afraid of nothing, cannot be an artist.
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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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Life on earth is inconceivable without trees.
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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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If our life has a meaning, an aim, it has nothing to do with our personal happiness, but something wiser and greater.
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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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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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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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People should be beautiful in every way – in their faces, in the way they dress, in their thoughts, and in their innermost selves.
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He is an emancipated thinker who is not afraid to write foolish things.
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If you wish women to love you be original; I know a man who used to wear felt boots summer and winter & women fell in love with him.
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Exquisite nature, daydreams, and music say one thing, real life another.
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