To a chemist there is nothing impure on earth. The writer should be just as objective as the chemist; he should liberate himself from everyday subjectivity and acknowledge that manure piles play a highly respectable role in the landscape and that evil passions are every bit as much a part of life as good ones.
Anton Pavlovich Chekhov (1860 - 1904)
Source: To Maria Kiselyova, January 14, 1887
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