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 More Quotes by Eugene O'Neill More Quotes From Eugene O'Neill Curiosity killed the cat. Eugene O'Neill catcuriositytemptation We are such things as rubbish is made of, so let's drink up and forget it. Eugene O'Neill rubbishdrinkforget 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 dogfeettwo 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 workmenthinking One may not give one's soul to a devil of hate - and remain forever scatheless. Eugene O'Neill hateforevergiving 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 mistakehomelife Irish as a Paddy's pig. Eugene O'Neill paddypigs Our lives are merely strange dark interludes in the electric display of God the Father. Eugene O'Neill darklifefather One should either be sad or joyful. Contentment is a warm sty for eaters and sleepers. Eugene O'Neill joyfulwarmsadcontentment Life is a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors. Eugene O'Neill wallslife-is-amirrorslife
