رأسي مكتظ ، ممتلئ إلى حافته بالأفكار ، و استطيع أن أحس بنبضه و اختلاجاته . أنا لا أهدف إلى أن أكون شيئا غير عادي ، و لا أتوقع أن أخلق إحدي الروائع ، … - Anton Chekhov

Country acquaintances are charming only in the country and only in the summer. In the city in winter they lose half of their appeal.

I am a man of cultivation; I have studied various remarkable books, but I cannot fathom the direction of my preferences; do I want to live or do I want to shoot myself, so to speak? But in order to be ready for all contingencies, I always carry a revolver in my pocket.

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.