An actress without talent, forty years old, ate a partridge for dinner, and I felt sorry for the partridge, for it occurred to me that in its life it had been more talented, more sensible, and more honest than the actress.
Anton ChekhovPeople's destinies are so different. Some people drag along, unnoticed and boringโthey're all alike, and they're all unhappy. Then there are others, like for instance youโyou're one in a million. You're happyโ
Anton ChekhovThree 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.
Anton Chekhov