Louise, something in me tightens when an American intellectual's eyes shine, and they start to talk to me about the Russian people.... Something in me says, Watch it, a new version of Irish Catholicism is being offered for your faith.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
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 »
the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronne,... And smale foweles maken melodye, That slepen al the nyght with open eye-- So priketh hem nature in hir corages-- Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth, Inspired hath in every holt and heeth... The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronne, And smale foweles maken melodye, That slepen al the nyght with open eye, (So priketh hem Nature in hir corages); Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Alas, the penis is such a ridiculous petitioner. It is so unreliable, though everything depends on it--the world is balanced on it... like a ball on a seal's nose. It is so easily teased, insulted, betrayed, abandoned; yet it must pretend to be invulnerable, a weapon which confers magical powers upon its possessor; consequently this muscleless inchworm must try to swagger through temples and pull apart thighs like the hairiest Samson, the mightiest ram.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Look you, Doubloon, your zodiac here is the life of man in one round chapter.... To begin: there's Aries, or the Ram--lecherous do...g, he begets us; then, Taurus, or the Bull--he bumps us the first thing; then Gemini, or the Twins--that is, Virtue and Vice; we try to reach Virtue, when lo! comes Cancer the Crab, and drags us back; and here, going from Virtue, Leo, a roaring Lion, lies in the path--he gives a few fierce bites and surly dabs with his paw; we escape, and hail Virgo, the virgin! that's our first love; we marry and think to be happy for aye, when pop comes Libra, or the Scales--happiness weighed and found wanting; and while we are very sad about that, Lord! how we suddenly jump, as Scorpio, or the Scorpion, stings us in rear; we are curing the wound, when whang come the arrows all round; Sagittarius, or the Archer, is amusing himself. As we pluck out the shafts, stand aside! here's the battering-ram, Capricornus, or the Goat; full tilt, he comes rushing, and headlong we are tossed; when Aquarius, or the Waterbearer, pours out his whole deluge and drowns us; and, to wind up, with Pisces, or the Fishes, we sleep.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
At one time or another, almost every politician needs an honest man so badly that, like a ravenous wolf, he breaks into a sheep-fo...ld: not to devour the ram he has stolen, however, but rather to conceal himself behind its wooly back.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The gods themselves, Humbling their deities to love, have taken... The shapes of beasts upon them. Jupiter Became a bull, and bellowed; the green Neptune A ram, and bleated; and the fire-robed god, Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of ram,... Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »