There is nothing more vulgar than a petty bourgeois life with its halfpence, its victuals, its futile talk, and its useless conventional virtue. Anton Chekhov More Quotes by Anton Chekhov More Quotes From Anton Chekhov I've never been in love. I've dreamt of it day and night, but my heart is like a fine piano no one can play because the key is lost. Anton Chekhov keysheartnight Only entropy comes easy. Anton Chekhov difficultyadversityeasy It's even pleasant to be sick when you know that there are people who await your recovery as they might await a holiday. Anton Chekhov recoveryholidaypeople To harbor spiteful feelings against ordinary people for not being heroes is possible only for narrow-minded or embittered man. Anton Chekhov heromenpeople The world is, of course, nothing but our conception of it. Anton Chekhov metaphysicsexistentialismworld Narrative prose is a legal wife, while drama is a posturing, boisterous, cheeky and wearisome mistress. Anton Chekhov mistresswifedrama They say philosophers and wise men are indifferent. Wrong. Indifference is a paralysis of the soul, a premature death. Anton Chekhov soulwisemen Pharisaism, obtuseness and tyranny reign not only in the homes of merchants and in jails; I see it in science, in literature, and among youth. I consider any emblem or label a prejudice.... My holy of holies is the human body, health, intellect, talent, inspiration, love and the most absolute of freedoms, the freedom from force and falsity in whatever forms they might appear. Anton Chekhov freedominspirationhome He had two lives: one, open, seen and known by all who cared to know, full of relative truth and of relative falsehood, exactly like the lives of his friends and acquaintances; and another life running its course in secret. And through some strange, perhaps accidental, conjunction of circumstances, everything that was essential, of interest and of value to him, everything in which he was sincere and did not deceive himself, everything that made the kernel of his life, was hidden from other people. Anton Chekhov runningtwopeople If ever my life can be of any use to you, come and claim it. Anton Chekhov claimsifsuse Critics are like horse-flies which hinder the horses in their plowing of the soil. The horse works, all its muscles drawn tight like the strings on a double-bass, and a fly settles on his flanks and tickles and buzzes. And what does the fly buzz about? It scarcely knows itself; simply because it is restless and wants to proclaim: 'Look, I too am living on the earth. See, I can buzz, too, buzz about anything.' Anton Chekhov double-basshorsedoe You only have to start a job of work to realize how few decent, honest folk there are about. Anton Chekhov honestinspirationaljobs These people have learned not from books, but in the fields, in the wood, on the river bank. Their teachers have been the birds themselves, when they sang to them, the sun when it left a glow of crimson behind it at setting, the very trees, and wild herbs. Anton Chekhov riversteacherbook I have no faith in our hypocritical, false, hysterical, uneducated and lazy intelligentsia when they suffer and complain: their oppression comes from within. I believe in individual people. I see salvation in discrete individuals, intellectuals and peasants, strewn hither and yon throughout Russia. They have the strength, although there are few of them. Anton Chekhov russiaintegritybelieve A woman is fascinated not by art but by the noise made by those in the field. Anton Chekhov fieldsnoiseart Write, write, write-till your fingers break. Anton Chekhov fingersbreakwriting Man is what he believes. Anton Chekhov motivationalinspirationalbelieve In Moscow you sit in a huge room at a restaurant; you know no one and no one knows you, and at the same time you don't feel a stranger. But here you know everyone and everyone knows you, and yet you are a stranger - a stranger... A stranger, and lonely... Anton Chekhov moscowlonelyrooms The time's come: there's a terrific thunder-cloud advancing upon us, a mighty storm is coming to freshen us up....It's going to blow away all this idleness and indifference, and prejudice against work....I'm going to work, and in twenty-five or thirty years' time every man and woman will be working. Anton Chekhov changeblowmen When one sees one of the romantic creatures before him he imagines he is looking at some holy being, so wonderful that its one breath could dissolve him in a sea of a thousand charms and delights; but if one looks into the soul -- it's nothing but a common crocodile. Anton Chekhov womensoulsea
