“She murmured a 'Thank you', seated herself and her buried hopes in this chair which did not whirl round, and leaned her arms upon a table which did not even dream in mahogany.” — Susan Glaspell Copy Share Image
Defeat furnishes good material to the poets and the artists, but none of us care to have the glory of the conquered apply to… — Susan Glaspell Copy Share Image
Hurts of childhood live on; in one form or other they are there to the end. — Susan Glaspell Copy Share Image
What men have thought about life in the past is less important than what you feel about it to-day. — Susan Glaspell Copy Share Image
I live by the sea, but the body of water I have the most feeling about is the Mississippi River, where I used to… — Susan Glaspell Copy Share Image
But mayn't desertion be a brave thing? A fine thing? To desert a thing we've gone beyond - to have the courage to desert… — Susan Glaspell Copy Share Image
They made small effort to cover their raw souls with the mantle of commonplace words. — Susan Glaspell Copy Share Image
What is a clock? Something agreed upon and arbitrarily imposed upon us. Standard time. Not true time. Symbolizing the whole standardization of our lives. — Susan Glaspell Copy Share Image
Im an American. Weve translated democracy and brotherhood and equality into enterprise and opportunity and success - and thats getting Americanised. — Susan Glaspell Copy Share Image
In writing ... remember that the biggest stories are not written about wars, or about politics, or even murders. The biggest stories are written… — Susan Glaspell Copy Share Image
We all go through the same things - it's all just a different kind of the same thing. — Susan Glaspell Copy Share Image
