Anton Chekhov

Love, friendship and respect do not unite people as much as a common hatred for something.

Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.

Knowledge is of no value unless you put it into practice.

The weird thing about grief, for me at least, was when each of my parents died, for a year or two afterwards I was pretty wildly brave - just willing to take life on.

Fear follows crime and is its punishment.

The dew of compassion is a tear.