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 dew of compassion is a tear.

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.