storiesinthend

“Perhaps man has a hundred senses, and when he dies only the five senses that we know perish with him, and the other ninety-five remain alive.”
― Anton Chekhov, The Cherry Orchard

“Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.”
― Novalis

“The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.”
― William Shakespeare, As You Like It

“Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”
― Anton Chekhov