I confess I seldom commune with my conscience when I write. – Anton Chekhov
But perhaps the universe is suspended on the tooth of some monster. – Anton Chekhov

I confess I seldom commune with my conscience when I write. – Anton Chekhov
But perhaps the universe is suspended on the tooth of some monster. – Anton Chekhov
The thirst for powerful sensations takes the upper hand both over fear and over compassion for the grief of others. – Anton Chekhov