Perhaps man has a hundred senses, and when he dies only the five senses that we know perish with him, and the other ninety-five remain alive.
~ Anton Chekhov

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People who live alone always have something on their minds that they would willingly share.
~ Anton Chekhov

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If you can’t distinguish people from lap-dogs, you shouldn’t undertake philanthropic work.
~ Anton Chekhov

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