Why are we worn out? Why do we, who start out so passionate, brave, noble, believing, become totally bankrupt by the age of thirty or thirty-five? Why is it that one is extinguished by consumption, another puts a bullet in his head, a third seeks oblivion in vodka, cards, a fourth, in order to stifle fear and anguish, cynically tramples underfoot the portrait of his pure, beautiful youth? Why is it that, once fallen, we do not try to rise, and, having lost one thing, we do not seek another? Why?
Anton ChekhovPeople should be beautiful in every way - in their faces, in the way they dress, in their thoughts, and in their innermost selves.
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 ChekhovThe happy man only feels at ease because the unhappy bear their burden in silence. Without this silence, happiness would be impossible.
Anton ChekhovTo dine, drink champagne, raise a racket and make speeches about the people's consciousness, the people's conscience, freedom andso forth while servants in tails are scurrying around your table, just like serfs, and out in the severe cold on the street await coachmen--this is the same as lying to the holy spirit.
Anton Chekhov