Anton Chekhov

happy, as foolish, and as blissfully smiling as I

her way of raising her eyebrows when she laughed, the movement of her lips. . .

Whether the love is "the real thing" or not

women in love are always blinded by their feelings and never know anything of life

'Look, I don't care a straw for life, but I am living!'

The predominance of reason over the heart is simply overwhelming amongst us. Direct feeling, inspiration--everything is choked by petty analysis. Where there is reasonableness there is coldness, and cold people--it's no use to disguise it--know nothing of chastity. That virtue is only known to those who are warm, affectionate, and capable of love.

Fortunately for men, women in love are always blinded by their feelings and never know anything of life

It is not a question of medicine and woods, my dear, he is a man of genius. Do you know what that means? It means he is brave, profound, and of clear insight. He plants a tree and his mind travels a thousand years into the future, and he sees visions of the happiness of the human race. People like him are rare and should be loved.

The Russian actor does not know how to be funny; he acts with profundity even in a farce.

I am still tempted to imagine that nature had some grand, marvellous design when she created that girl.