Eugene O'Neill Quotes

Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace.

It was a great mistake, my being born a man, I would have been much more successful as a seagull or ...

You're worse than decent. You're virtuous.

Why can’t you remember your Shakespeare and forget the third-raters. You’ll find what you’re trying ...

The fog was where I wanted to be. Halfway down the path you can’t see this house. You’d never know i...

If dat ghost have money, I tells him never to haunt you less'n he wants to lose it!

Now look here, Smithers. They's two kind's of stealing. They's the small kind, like what you does, a...

Dey's some things I don't got to be told. I kin read them in folks' eyes.

Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colors of earth and ...

I'm thinking 'tis only slaves do be giving heed to the day that's gone or the day to come.

You can't be too careful about work. It's the most dangerous habit known to medical science.

Because any fool knows that to work hard at something you want to accomplish is the only way to be h...

Happiness hates the timid!

The only living life is in the past and future-the present is an interlude- strange interlude in whi...

There is no present or future only the past happening over and over again now.

Man's loneliness is but his fear of life.

Stay passed out, that's the right dope. There ain't any cool willow trees- except you grow your own ...

He thinks money spent on a home is money wasted. He's lived too much in hotels. Never the best hotel...

There is no present or future-only the past, happening over and over again-now.

On my solemn oath, Edmund, I'd gladly face not having an acre of land to call my own, nor a penny in...

I am so far from being a pessimist...on the contrary, in spite of my scars, I am tickled to death at...

The Mad Scene. Enter Ophelia!

Censorship of anything, at any time, in any place, on whatever pretense, has always been and always ...

One should either be sad or joyful. Contentment is a warm sty for eaters and sleepers.

To hell with the truth! As the history of the world proves, the truth has no bearing on anything. It...

Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.

Happy roads is bunk. Weary roads is right. Get you nowhere fast. That's where I've got—nowhere. Wher...

LARRY--(with increasing bitter intensity, more as if he were fighting with himself than with Hickey)...

Then in the spring something happened to me. Yes, I remember. I fell in love with James Tyrone and w...

The child was diseased at birth - stricken with an hereditary ill that only the most vital men are a...