This man, who for twenty-five years has been reading and writing about art, and in all that time has never understood anything about art, has for twenty-five years been hashing over other people's ideas about realism, naturalism and all that nonsense; for twenty-five years he has been reading and writing about what intelligent people already know and about what stupid people don't want to know--which means that for twenty-five years he's been taking nothing and making nothing out of it. And with it all, what conceit! What pretension!
Anton ChekhovAh, Caviar! I keep on eating it, but can never get my fill. Like olives. It's a lucky thing it's not salty.
Anton ChekhovIf you can't distinguish people from lap-dogs, you shouldn't undertake philanthropic work.
Anton Chekhov