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Ivan Tells Anna: "i Used To Imagine That Being Embraced By A Woman . . . As Something So Wonderful That It Would Make Me Forget Everthing . . . [but] Happiness, It Turns Out, Will Be To Share With You The Burden I Can't Share With Anyone Else.

There Are People Whose Souls Have Just Withered, People Who Are Willing To Go Along With Anything Evil - Anything So As Not To Be Suspected Of Disagreeing With Whoever Is In Power.

There's Nothing More Difficult Than Saying Goodbye To A House Where You've Suffered.

Why Do People Have Memories? It Would Be Easier To Die - Anything To Stop Remembering.

Chekhov Said: Let's Put God - And All These Grand Progressive Ideas - To One Side. Let's Begin With Man; Let's Be Kind And Attentive To The Individual Man - Whether He's A Bishop, A Peasant, An Industrial Magnate, A Convict In The Sakhalin Islands, Or A Waiter In A Restaurant. Let's Begin With Respect, Compassion, And Love For The Individual - Or We'll Never Get Anywhere.