Anton Chekhov
Anton Chekhov
Anton Pavlovich Chekhov was a Russian playwright and short story writer who is considered to be among the greatest writers of short fiction in history. His career as a playwright produced four classics and his best short stories are held in high esteem by writers and critics. Along with Henrik Ibsen and August Strindberg, Chekhov is often referred to as one of the three seminal figures in the birth of early modernism in the theatre. Chekhov practiced as a medical...
NationalityRussian
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth29 January 1860
CityTaganrog, Russia
CountryRussian Federation
The wealthy man is not he who has money, but he who has the means to live in the luxurious state of early spring.
I think that it would be less difficult to live eternally than to be deprived of sleep throughout life.
Nature's law says that the strong must prevent the weak from living, but only in a newspaper article or textbook can this be packaged into a comprehensible thought. In the soup of everyday life, in the mixture of minutia from which human relations are woven, it is not a law. It is a logical incongruity when both strong and weak fall victim to their mutual relations, unconsciously subservient to some unknown guiding power that stands outside of life, irrelevant to man.
Of course politics is an interesting and engrossing thing. It offers no immutable laws, nearly always prevaricates, but as far asblather and sharpening the mind go, it provides inexhaustible material.
Love is a scandal of the personal sort.
Everyone judges plays as if they were very easy to write. They don't know that it is hard to write a good play, and twice as hardand tortuous to write a bad one.
I don't care for success. The ideas sitting in my head are annoyed by, and envious of, that which I've already written.
I have in my head a whole army of people pleading to be let out and awaiting my commands.
I observed that after marriage people cease to be curious.
One must not put a loaded rifle on the stage if no one is thinking of firing it.
If you cry 'forward', you must without fail make plain in what direction to go.
And what does it mean -- dying? Perhaps man has a hundred senses, and only the five we know are lost at death, while the other ninety-five remain alive.
If one wants to lead a good life, A HUMAN LIFE, one must work.
There are in life such confluences of circumstances that render the reproach that we are not Voltaires most inopportune.