Eugene O'Neill

Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.

Happiness hates the timid! So does science!

When men make gods, there is no God

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

There is no present or future, only the past, happening over and over again, now.

I hold more and more surely to the conviction that the use of masks will be discovered eventually to be the freest solution of the modern dramatist's problem as to how -- with the greatest possible dramatic clarity and economy of means -- he can express t

Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue.