“LARRY--(with increasing bitter intensity, more as if he were fighting with himself than with Hickey) I'm afraid to live, am I?--and even more afraid to die! So I sit here, with my pride drowned on the bottom of a bottle, keeping drunk so I won't see myself shaking in my britches with fright, or hear myself whining and praying: Beloved Christ, let me live a little longer at any price! If it's only for a few days more, or a few hours even, have mercy, Almighty God, and let me still clutch greedily to my yellow heart this sweet treasure, this jewel beyond price, the dirty, stinking bit of withered old flesh which is my beautiful little life! (He laughs with a sneering, vindictive self-loathing, staring inward at himself with contempt and hatred. Then abruptly he makes Hickey again the antagonist.) You think you'll make me admit that to myself?”

“Then in the spring something happened to me. Yes, I remember. I fell in love with James Tyrone and was so happy for time.”

“Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace.”

“Man's loneliness is but his fear of life.”

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

“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.”

“The child was diseased at birth - stricken with an hereditary ill that only the most vital men are able to shake off. I mean poverty - the most deadly and prevalent of all diseases.”

“Man's loneliness is but his fear of life.”

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

“Happiness hates the timid!”

“Because any fool knows that to work hard at something you want to accomplish is the only way to be happy. But beyond that it is entirely up to you. You’ve got to do for yourself all the seeking and finding concerned with what you want to do. Anyone but yourself is useless to you there.”