Sean O'Casey Quotes

A collection of quotes by Sean O'Casey.

Sean O'Casey was an Irish playwright and writer born on March 30, 1880, in Dublin. He is known for his significant contributions to Irish theater, particularly with his influential plays, including "Juno and the Paycock" and "The Plough and the Stars." O'Casey often vividly portrayed the struggles of ordinary people in Dublin during times of political and social turmoil. His works delve into themes of poverty, nationalism, and the challenges faced by working-class families. O'Casey's writings continue to be celebrated for their social commentary and powerful storytelling. He passed away on September 18, 1964.

All the world's a stage and most of us are desperately unreh

All the world's a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed.

World Us Stage Most Desperately

The hallway of every man's life is paced with pictures; pict

The hallway of every man's life is paced with pictures; pictures gay and pictures gloomy, all useful, for if we be wise, we can learn from them a richer and braver way to live.

Disease an never be conquered, can never be quelled by emoti

Disease an never be conquered, can never be quelled by emotion's willful screaming or faith's symbolic prayer. It can only be conquered by the energy of humanity and the cunning in the mind of man. In the patience of a Curie, in the enlightenment of a Faraday, a Rutherford, a Pasteur, a Nightingale, and all other apostles of light and cleanliness, rather than of a woebegone godliness, we shall find final deliverance from plague, pestilence, and famine.

Is America a land of God where saints abide for ever? Where

Is America a land of God where saints abide for ever? Where golden fields spread fair and broad, where flows the crystal river? Certainly not flush with saints, and a good thing, too, for the saints sent buzzing into man's ken now are but poor-mouthed ecclesiastical film stars and clich?-shouting publicity agents. Their little knowledge bringing them nearer to their ignorance, ignorance bringing them nearer to death, but nearness to death no nearer to God.

The flame from the angel's sword in the garden of Eden has b

The flame from the angel's sword in the garden of Eden has been catalyzed into the atom bomb; God's thunderbolt became blunted, so man's thunderbolt has become the steel star of destruction.

The wide wonder of Broadway is disconsolate in the daytime;

The wide wonder of Broadway is disconsolate in the daytime; but gaudily glorious at night, with a milling crowd filling sidewalk and roadway, silent, going up, going down, between upstanding banks of brilliant lights, each building braided and embossed with glowing, many-colored bulbs of man-rayed luminance. A glowing valley of the shadow of life. The strolling crowd went slowly by through the kinematically divine thoroughfare of New York.

Here we have bishops, priests, and deacons, a Censorship Boa

Here we have bishops, priests, and deacons, a Censorship Board, vigilant librarians, confraternities and sodalities, Duce Maria, Legions of Mary, Knights of this Christian order and Knights of that one, all surrounding the sinner's free will in an embattled circle.

The military mind is indeed a menace. Old-fashioned futurity

The military mind is indeed a menace. Old-fashioned futurity that sees only men fighting and dying in smoke and fire; hears nothing more civilized than a cannonade; scents nothing but the stink of battle-wounds and blood.

Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed, great as each may be, their highest

Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed, great as each may be, their highest comfort given to the sorrowful is a cordial introduction into another's woe. Sorrow's the great community in which all men born of woman are members at one time or another.

There's no reason to bring religion into it. I think we ough

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.

The worlds a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearse

The worlds a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed.

Here, the churches seemed to shrink away into eroding corner

Here, the churches seemed to shrink away into eroding corners. They seem to have ceased to be essential parts of American life. They no longer give life. It is the huge buildings of commerce and trade which now align the people to attention. These in their massive manner of steel and stone say, Come unto me all ye who labor, and we will give you work.

The drama's altar isn't on the stage: it is candle-sticked a

The drama's altar isn't on the stage: it is candle-sticked and flowered in the box office. There is the gold, though there be no frankincense or 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 it's roof, now, the commonplace crow caws candidly.

Work! labor the asparagus me of life; the one great sacramen

Work! labor the asparagus me of life; the one great sacrament of humanity from which all other things flow -- security, leisure, joy, art, literature, even divinity itself.

Wealth often takes away chances from men as well as poverty.

Wealth often takes away chances from men as well as poverty. There is none to tell the rich to go on striving, for a rich man makes the law that hallows and hollows his own life.