When I stepped from hard manual work to writing, I just stepped from one kind of hard work to another. Sean O'Casey More Quotes by Sean O'Casey More Quotes From Sean O'Casey Politics has slain its thousands, but religion has slain its tens of thousands. Sean O'Casey Is America a land of God where saints abide for ever? Where golden fields spread fair and broad, where flows the crystal river? Certainly not flush with saints, and a good thing, too, for the saints sent buzzing into man's ken now are but poor-mouthed ecclesiastical film stars and clich?-shouting publicity agents. Their little knowledge bringing them nearer to their ignorance, ignorance bringing them nearer to death, but nearness to death no nearer to God. Sean O'Casey starsignorancemen The drama's altar isn't on the stage: it is candle-sticked and flowered in the box office. There is the gold, though there be no frankincense or myrrh; and the gospel for the day always The Play will Run for a Year. The Dove of Inspiration, of the desire for inspiration, has flown away from it; and on it's roof, now, the commonplace crow caws candidly. Sean O'Casey inspirationrunningdrama Here, the churches seemed to shrink away into eroding corners. They seem to have ceased to be essential parts of American life. They no longer give life. It is the huge buildings of commerce and trade which now align the people to attention. These in their massive manner of steel and stone say, Come unto me all ye who labor, and we will give you work. Sean O'Casey workgivingpeople The military mind is indeed a menace. Old-fashioned futurity that sees only men fighting and dying in smoke and fire; hears nothing more civilized than a cannonade; scents nothing but the stink of battle-wounds and blood. Sean O'Casey armyfightingmilitary A laugh is the loud echo of a sigh; a sigh the faint echo of a laugh. Sean O'Casey echoeslaughterlaughing When one has reached 81... one likes to sit back and let the world turn by itself, without trying to push it. Sean O'Casey likestryingworld I have found life an enjoyable, enchanting, active, and sometime terrifying experience, and I've enjoyed it completely. A lament in one ear, maybe, but always a song in the other. Sean O'Casey insightfulsonglife Money does not make you happy but it quiets the nerves. Sean O'Casey nervesmoneydoe Work! labor the asparagus me of life; the one great sacrament of humanity from which all other things flow - security, leisure, joy, art, literature, even divinity itself. Sean O'Casey inspirationallifeart Disease an never be conquered, can never be quelled by emotion's willful screaming or faith's symbolic prayer. It can only be conquered by the energy of humanity and the cunning in the mind of man. In the patience of a Curie, in the enlightenment of a Faraday, a Rutherford, a Pasteur, a Nightingale, and all other apostles of light and cleanliness, rather than of a woebegone godliness, we shall find final deliverance from plague, pestilence, and famine. Sean O'Casey lightprayermen Laughter tends to mock the pompous and the pretentious; all man's boastful gadding about, all his pretty pomps, his hoary customs, his wornout creeds, changing the glitter of them into the dullest hue of lead. Sean O'Casey laughterhuemen Here we have bishops, priests, and deacons, a Censorship Board, vigilant librarians, confraternities and sodalities, Duce Maria, Legions of Mary, Knights of this Christian order and Knights of that one, all surrounding the sinner's free will in an embattled circle. Sean O'Casey knightschristianorder Wealth often takes away chances from men as well as poverty. There is none to tell the rich to go on striving, for a rich man makes the law that hallows and hollows his own life. Sean O'Casey lawgoes-onmen If church prelates, past or present, had even an inkling of physiology they'd realize that what they term this inner ugliness creates and nourishes the hearing ear, the seeing eye, the active mind, and energetic body of man and woman, in the same way that dirt and dung at the roots give the plant its delicate leaves and the full-blown rose. Sean O'Casey eyemenpast A waste land lit by holy candles. Sean O'Casey wastelandhistory A lament in one ear, maybe, but always a song in the other Sean O'Casey enchantingearssong Isn't all religions curious? If they weren't you wouldn't get anyone to believe them. Sean O'Casey curiousifsbelieve If England has any dignity left in the way of literature, she will forget for ever the pitiful antics of English Literature's performing flea. Sean O'Casey fleasliteratureway The wide wonder of Broadway is disconsolate in the daytime; but gaudily glorious at night, with a milling crowd filling sidewalk and roadway, silent, going up, going down, between upstanding banks of brilliant lights, each building braided and embossed with glowing, many-coloured bulbs of man-rayed luminance. A glowing valley of the shadow of life. The strolling crowd went slowly by through the kinematically divine thoroughfare of New York. Sean O'Casey new-yorkmennight
