If you are afraid of loneliness, don't marry. - Anton Chekhov

Write about this man who, drop by drop, squeezes the slave's blood out of himself until he wakes one day to find the blood of a real human being — not a slave's — coursing through his veins.

I don’t understand anything about the ballet; all I know is that during the intervals the ballerinas stink like horses.

Country life has its advantages,' he used to say. 'You sit on the veranda drinking tea and your ducklings swim on the pond, and everything smells good. . . and there are gooseberries.