Anton Pavlovich Chekhov On Marriage

Anton Pavlovich Chekhov (January 29, 1860 – July 15, 1904) Medicine is my lawful wife, and literature is my mistress. When I get fed up with one, I spend the night with the other. Though it is irregular, it is less boring this way, and besides, neither of them loses anything through my infidelity.

Niall Williams On Happiness

Niall Williams We’ve lost our ability to take comfort in small things. When I want a holiday, I go over the road as far as the meadow. I go in there, take off my jacket, and lay down on it. I watch the world turning for a bit, with me still in it. That’s happiness.

Rebecca Solnit On Hope

Rebecca Solnit (June 24, 1961 -) Hope is a gift you don’t have to surrender, a power you don’t have to throw away. And though hope can be an act of defiance, defiance isn’t enough reason to hope. But there are good reasons.