I promise to be a splendid husband, but give me a wife who, like the moon, won't in my sky every day...
Anton ChekhovMy love is like a stone tied round my neck; it's dragging me down to the bottom; but I love my stone. I can't live without it.
Anton ChekhovThere is nothing more vulgar than a petty bourgeois life with its halfpence, its victuals, its futile talk, and its useless conventional virtue.
Anton Chekhov