Wednesday, April 8, 2015 at 9:28AM
Drew Wolfe

Anton Chekhov II

Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.

Perhaps man has a hundred senses, and when he dies only the five senses that we know perish with him, and the other ninety-five remain alive.

Any idiot can face a crisis; it's this day-to-day living that wears you out.

The role of the artist is to ask questions, not answer them.

What a fine weather today! Can’t choose whether to drink tea or to hang myself.

You have lost your reason and taken the wrong path. You have taken lies for truth, and hideousness for beauty. You would marvel if, owing to strange events of some sorts, frogs and lizards suddenly grew on apple and orange trees instead of fruit, or if roses began to smell like a sweating horse; so I marvel at you who exchange heaven for earth. I don't want to understand you

When asked, "Why do you always wear black?", he said, "I am mourning for my life.

The world is, of course, nothing but our conception of it.

Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.

Medicine is my lawful wife, and literature is my mistress. When I get fed up with one, I spend the night with the other.

Man is what he believes.


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