Master Chekhov says Man is what he believes. From here we conclude that when Man believes in a crap, Man becomes a crap!

Your culture is your limit; if you can't go beyond it, you will remain as a frog of your little lake!

The tragedy of man is that the happy moments of life behave like the birds of the forests: They appear and disappear suddenly!

If you think or fear too much, you can't get far!

Without birds, trees would be very lonely and men too!

The leaves of the trees are like the thoughts of the men: Some are bright, some dark; some fresh, some rotten; some healthy, some diseased.

Eagle rises to the top of the precipice with its wings; man, to the top of the honour, with his morals!