146 Quotes by Eugene O'Neill

The sea hates a coward.

A game of secret, cunning stratagems, in which only the fools who are fated to lose reveal their true aims or motives - even to themselves.

[Her] love and tenderness ... gave me the faith in love that enabled me to face my dead at last and write this play-write it with deep pity and understanding and forgiveness for all the four haunted Tyrones.

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.

Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

Take some wood and canvas and nails and things. Build yourself a theater, a stage, light it, learn about it. When you've done that you will probably know how to write a play.

While you are still beautiful and life still woos, it is such a fine gesture of disdainful pride to jilt it.

Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will. But be drunken.

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.