We are where centuries only count as seconds, and after a thousand lives, our eyes begin to open. Eugene O'Neill More Quotes by Eugene O'Neill More Quotes From Eugene O'Neill Curiosity killed the cat. Eugene O'Neill cat curiosity temptation We are such things as rubbish is made of, so let's drink up and forget it. Eugene O'Neill rubbish drink forget Two days ago we waded through the mud out to this grave beneath the pines at the foot of the hill to place a Christmas wreath on it, hoping he would look down from the Paradise of Ten Billion Trees and Unrationable Dog Biscuits and pity us. Eugene O'Neill dog feet two A man's work is in danger of deteriorating when he thinks he has found the one best formula for doing it. If he thinks that, he is likely to feel that all he needs is merely to go on repeating himself . . . so long as a person is searching for better ways of doing his work, he is fairly safe. Eugene O'Neill work men thinking One may not give one's soul to a devil of hate - and remain forever scatheless. Eugene O'Neill hate forever giving It was a great mistake, my being born a man, I would have been much more successful as a seagull or a fish. As it is, I will always be a stranger who never feels at home, who does not really want and is not really wanted, who can never belong, who must be a little in love with death! Eugene O'Neill mistake home life Irish as a Paddy's pig. Eugene O'Neill paddy pigs Our lives are merely strange dark interludes in the electric display of God the Father. Eugene O'Neill dark life father One should either be sad or joyful. Contentment is a warm sty for eaters and sleepers. Eugene O'Neill joyful warm sad contentment Life is a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors. Eugene O'Neill walls life-is-a mirrors life
