Book: Uncle Vanya. Page 2

... when I hear the noise of young forest, planted my hands, I realize that the climate is a little bit in my power, and that if in a thousand years people will be happy, in this little me and me.

You just accused of something their former beliefs... But they are not to blame, but yourself. You forgot that belief in itself is nothing, a dead letter... Needed to do business.

I was a bright personality, from which no one was light.

You're not crazy, just eccentric. Buffoon. I no the crank was considered sick, abnormal, and now I'm of the opinion that the normal human condition is to be eccentric. You are quite normal.

All around you some freaks, completely alone cranks; and you live with them two or three years and little by little himself, unwittingly becomes a weirdo.

All you recklessly destroy the forests, and soon on the earth there is nothing left. Exactly you recklessly ruin of man, and soon thanks to you on the ground there will be no loyalty, nor purity, nor the ability to sacrifice oneself. Why you can not see with indifference the woman, if she is not yours? Because all of you have a devil of destruction. You will not regret nor woods, nor birds, nor the women, nor each other.

Direct, clean, free of relationship to nature and to people already there...

You have to understand that the world perishes not from bandits, not from fires, but from hatred, hostility, from all these petty squabbles...

There's nothing worse when you know my secret and can't help.

Damned, disgusting old age. Damn it. When I got older, I became disgusted with myself. And all of you must be disgusted to look at me.

When there is no real life, you live a Mirage. Still better than nothing.

- A good weather today... Not too hot..
- In such weather it is good to hang himself...

In the person all should be beautiful: face and clothes, soul and thoughts.

A woman can be friends with men only in the following sequence: first friend, then lover, then friend.