It is Mystery - the mystery any one man or woman can feel but not understand as the meaning of any event - or accident - in any life on earth... — 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
I hate doctors! They'll do anything... to keep you coming to them. They'll sell their souls. What's worse, they'll sell yours, and you never… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
Like a saint's vision of beatitude. Like the veil of things as they seem drawn back by an unseen hand. For a second you… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
There is no present or future-only the past, happening over and over again-now. — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
