For God's sake, have some self-respect and do not run off at the mouth if your brain is out to lunch.
Anton ChekhovHe is no longer a city dweller who has even once in his life caught a ruff or seen how, on clear and cool autumn days, flocks of migrating thrushes drift over a village. Until his death he will be drawn to freedom.
Anton ChekhovIn descriptions of nature one must seize on small details, grouping them so that when the reader closes his eyes he gets a picture.
Anton ChekhovA woman can become a man's friend only in the following stages - first an acquantaince, next a mistress, and only then a friend.
Anton Chekhov