Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will. But be drunken. Eugene O'Neill More Quotes by Eugene O'Neill More Quotes From Eugene O'Neill God gave us mouths that close and ears that don't... that should tell us something. Eugene O'Neill should mouths ears There is no present or future-only the past, happening over and over again-now. Eugene O'Neill future time memories None of us can help the things life has done to us. They’re done before you realize it, and once they’re done they make you do other things until at last everything comes between you and what you’d like to be, and you’ve lost your true self forever. Eugene O'Neill experience self forever We are where centuries only count as seconds, and after a thousand lives, our eyes begin to open. Eugene O'Neill karma century eye Why am I afraid to dance, I who love music and rhythm and grace and song and laughter? Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colors of the earth and sky and sea? Why am I afraid to love, I who love love? Eugene O'Neill love-life laughter song Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The Grace of God is glue. Eugene O'Neill faith god men One last word of farewell, dear master and mistress. Whenever you visit my grave, say to yourselves with regret but also happiness in your hearts at the remembrance of my long happy life with you: "Here lies one who loves us and whom we loved." No matter how deep my sleep I shall hear you, and not all the power of death can keep my spirit from wagging a grateful tail. Eugene O'Neill regret dog lying We need above all to learn again to believe in the possibility of nobility of spirit in ourselves. Eugene O'Neill spirit believe needs If a person is to get the meaning of life he must learn to like the facts about himself -- ugly as they may seem to his sentimental vanity -- before he can learn the truth behind the facts. And the truth is never ugly. Eugene O'Neill ugly vanity life Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors. Eugene O'Neill wall mirrors life When you're 50 you start thinking about things you haven't thought about before. I used to think getting old was about vanity - but actually it's about losing people you love. Getting wrinkles is trivial. Eugene O'Neill women birthday thinking Suppose I was to tell you that it's just beauty that's calling me, the beauty of the far off and unknown, the mystery and spell which lures me, the need of freedom of great wide spaces, the joy of wandering on and on----in quest of the secret which is hidden over there----beyond the horizon? Eugene O'Neill space secret joy We talk about the American Dream, and want to tell the world about the American Dream, but what is that Dream, in most cases, but the dream of material things? I sometimes think that the United States for this reason is the greatest failure the world has ever seen. Eugene O'Neill united-states dream thinking The only living life is in the past and future - the present is an interlude - strange interlude in which we call on past and future to bear witness that we are living. Eugene O'Neill live-life bears past Dogs...do not ruin their sleep worrying about how to keep the objects they have, and to obtain the objects they have not. There is nothing of value they have to bequeath except their love and their faith. Eugene O'Neill dog sleep grieving We fought so long against small things that we became small ourselves. Eugene O'Neill small-things long Writing is my vacation from living. Eugene O'Neill vacation writing While you are still beautiful and life still woos, it is such a fine gesture of disdainful pride to jilt it. Eugene O'Neill vanity pride beautiful I spent a year in Professor Baker's famous class at Harvard. There, too, I learned some things that were useful to me-particularly what not to do. Not to take ten lines, for instance, to say something that can be said in one line. Eugene O'Neill bakers class years 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 beloved, the only ears that can ever hear one's secrets are one's own! Eugene O'Neill kissing funny children
