Louise Bryant: I'm sorry if you don't believe in mutual independence and free love and respect. Eugene O'Neill: Don't give me... a lot of parlor socialism that you learned in the village. If you were mine, I wouldn't share you with anybody or anything. It would be just you and me. You'd be at the center of it all. You know it would feel a lot more like love than being left alone with your work.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Flaemmchen: Did you ever see a stenographer with a decent frock on? The Baron: I have indeed.... Flaemmchen: One she'd bought herself? The Baron: Oh, I see what you mean.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Grusinskaya: You must go now. The Baron: I'm not going. You know I'm not going. Oh, please let me stay.... Grusinskaya: But I want to be alone. The Baron: That isn't true. You don't want to be alone. You were in despair just now. I can't leave you now. You mustn't cry anymore. You must forget. Let me stay for just a little while. Ahh, please let me stay. Grusinskaya: For just a minute then.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Kringelein: I'm going to live. I'm going to have a good time while I can. The Baron: That's my motto, Kringelein. A short lif...e and a gay one.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
George the First was always reckoned Vile, but viler George the Second;... And what mortal ever heard Any good of George the Third? When from earth the Fourth descended (God be praised!) the Georges ended.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Our conversation begins to look like the last scene in Eugene O'Neill's great family drama, Long Day's Journey Into the [sic] Nigh...t. Sitting together in a dwindling pool of light, the family talks on. Fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters are trying to explain: not understanding, but comprehending; loving one another, but hating and hurting each other; tangling and untangling like badly cast fishing lines, a group of inviolate, wounded selves. O'Neill's characters, like the rest of us, are speaking about the family in order to explain their attitudes toward life itself.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
At anchor she rides the sunny sod, As full to the gunnel of flowers growing... As ever she turned her home with cod From Georges Bank when winds were blowing.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
General de Gaulle was a thoroughly bad boy. The day he arrived, he thought he was Joan of Arc and the following day he insisted th...at he was Georges Clemenceau.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But that his wife should be one of the performers, that she should be gazed at by a crowd as she tripped about, and that, after al...l that had been said, she should be tripping in the arms of Captain De Baron, was almost more than he could endure.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »