The snow has not yet left the earth but spring is already asking to enter your heart.
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.
More Anton Chekhov Quotes
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An artist observes, selects, guesses, and synthesizes.
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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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Everything should be first-rate in a person, his face, clothes, soul and thoughts.
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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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A man and a woman marry because both of them do not know what to do with themselves.
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My 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.
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The world is, of course, nothing but our conception of it.
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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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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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People are far more sincere and good-humored at speeding their parting guests than on meeting them.
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He who desires nothing, hopes for nothing, and is afraid of nothing, cannot be an artist.
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The illusion which exalts us is dearer to us than ten thousand truths.
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Doctors are just the same as lawyers; the only difference is that lawyers merely rob you, whereas doctors rob you and kill you too.
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If I had listened to the critics I’d have died drunk in the gutter
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You only have to start a job of work to realize how few decent, honest folk there are about.
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