Eugene O'Neill

The old -- like children -- talk to themselves, for they have reached that hopeless wisdom of experience which knows that though one were to cry it in the streets to multitudes, or whisper it in the kiss to one's beloved, the only ears that can ever hear one's secrets are one's own!

— Eugene O'Neill

One should either be sad or joyful. Contentment is a warm sty for eaters and sleepers.

— Eugene O'Neill

When men make gods, there is no God!

— Eugene O'Neill

Life is a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.

— Eugene O'Neill

Man's loneliness is but his fear of life.

— Eugene O'Neill

I know those are the conventional virtues that are inscribed on tombstones--but he is the one person in a million who deserves them. Perhaps these virtues are so common in cemeteries because they are so rare in life.

— Eugene O'Neill