What A Delight It Is

If Ever My Life Can Be Of Any Use To You, Come And Claim It.

"do You Know," Ivan Bunin Recalls Anton Chekhov Saying To Him In 1899, Near The End Of His Too-short Life, "for How Many Years I Shall Be Read? Seven." "why Seven?" Bunin Asked. "well," Chekhov Answered, "seven And A Half Then."

A Hungry Dog Believes In Nothing But Meat.

It Always Seems To The Brothers And The Father That Their Brother Or Son Didn't Marry The Right Person.

The Desire To Serve The Common Good Must Without Fail Be A Requisite Of The Soul, A Necessity For Personal Happiness; If It Issuesnot From There, But From Theoretical Or Other Considerations, It Is Not At All The Same Thing.