Seán O'Casey Quotes

If England has any dignity left in the way of literature, she will forget for ever the pitiful antics of English Literature's performing flea.

It's my rule never to lose my temper till it would be detrimental to keep it.

Politics has slain its thousands, but religion has slain its ten thousands.

There is a deeper life than the life we see and hear with the open ear and the open eye and this is the life important and the life everlasting.

I wouldn't be everlasting' cockin' me earth hear every little whisper that was floatin' around me! It's my rule never to lose me temper till it would be dethrimental to keep it.

The whole world's a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed.

That’s the Irish People all over - they treat a serious thing as a joke and a joke as a serious thing.

SEAMUS: It’s the civilians that suffer, when there’s an ambush they don’t know where to run. Shot in the back to save the British Empire. Shot in the breast to save the soul of Ireland. I believe in the freedom of Ireland and that England has no right to be here, but I draw the line when I hear the gunmen blowing about dying for the people when it’s the people that are dying for the gunmen. With all due respect to the gunmen, I don’t want them to die for me.

All the world's a stage, and most of us are desperately under-rehearsed.

The Drama's altar isn't on the stage: it is candlesticked and flowered in the box office. There is the gold, though there be no frankincense nor myrrh; and the gospel for the day always The Play will Run for a Year. The Dove of Inspiration, of the desire for inspiration, has flown away from it; and on its roof, now, the commonplace crow caws candidly.

There's no reason to bring religion into it. I think we ought to have as great a regard for religion as we can, so as to keep it out of as many things as possible.

She dhresses herself to keep him with her, but it's no use — afther a month or two, th'wondher of a woman wears off.

A sober black shawl hides her body entirely
Touched by the sun and the salt spray of the sea
But down in the darkness a slim hand so lovely
Carries a rich bunch of red roses for me

Her petticoat simple and her feet are but bare
And all that she has is but neat and scanty
But stars in the deep of her eyes are exclaiming
I carry a rich bunch of red roses for thee

No arrogant gem sits enthroned on her forehead
Or swings from a white ear for all men to see
But jewelled desire in a bosom so pearly
Carries a rich bunch of red roses for me

the whole worl's in a state o' chassis

I don't believe he was ever dhrunk in his life - sure he's not like a Christian at all!