What A Delight It Is To Respect

If You Want To Work On Your Art, Work On Your Life.

Just As I Shall Lie Alone In The Grave, So, In Essence, Do I Live Alone.

How Unbearable At Times Are People Who Are Happy, People For Whom Everything Works Out.

"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."

One Usually Dislikes A Play While Writing It, But Afterward It Grows On One. Let Others Judge And Make Decisions.