The old - like children - talk to themselves, for they have reached that hopeless wisdom of experience which knows that though one were to cry it in the streets to multitudes, or whisper it in the kiss to one's… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
I have had my dance with Folly, nor do I shirk the blame; I have sipped the so-called Wine of Life and paid the price of shame; But I know that I shall find surcease, the rest my spirit craves,… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
Life is perhaps best regarded as a bad dream between two awakenings. — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
We need above all to learn again to believe in the possibility of nobility of spirit in ourselves. — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
“You can't be too careful about work. It's the most dangerous habit known to medical science.” — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
“LARRY--(with increasing bitter intensity, more as if he were fighting with himself than with Hickey) I'm afraid to live, am I?--and even more afraid… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
The child was diseased at birth, stricken with a hereditary ill that only the most vital men are able to shake off. I mean… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will. But be drunken. — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
“Now I have to lie, especially to myself. But how can you understand, when I don't myself. I've never understood anything about it, except… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
We are such things as rubbish is made of, so let's drink up and forget it. — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
How thick the fog is. I can't see the road. All the people in the world could pass by and I would never know.… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
