Eugene O'Neill Quotes
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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.
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Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will. But be drunken.
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I have had my dance with Folly, nor do I shirk the blame; I have sipped the so-called Wine of Life and paid the price of shame; But I know that I shall find surcease, the rest my spirit craves, Where the rainbows play in the flying spray, 'Mid the keen salt kiss of the waves.
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Curiosity killed the cat.
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Writing is my vacation from living.
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Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The Grace of God is glue.
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While you are still beautiful and life still woos, it is such a fine gesture of disdainful pride to jilt it.
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No dog is as well bred or as well mannered or as distinguished and handsome.
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The past is the present, isn’t it? It’s the future too.
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Dey's some things I don't got to be told. I kin read them in folks' eyes.
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Dalmatians are not only superior to other dogs, they are like all dogs, infinitely less stupid than men.
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Life is a long drawn out lie, with a sniffling sigh at the end of it.
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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?
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Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace.
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We are such things as rubbish is made of, so let's drink up and forget it.
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Happiness hates the timid. So does science.
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We'd be making sail in the dawn, with a fair breeze, singing a chanty song wid no care to it. And astern the land would be sinking low and dying out, but we'd give it no heed but a laugh, and never look behind. For the day that was, was enough, for we was free men - and I'm thinking 'tis only slaves do be giving heed to the day that's gone or the day to come - until they're old like me.
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Man's loneliness is but his fear of life.
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What beastly incidents our memories insist on cherishing, the ugly, and the disgusting; the beautiful things we have to keep diaries to remember.
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We need above all to learn again to believe in the possibility of nobility of spirit in ourselves.