Sean O'Casey
Sean O'Casey
Seán O'Caseywas an Irish dramatist and memoirist. A committed socialist, he was the first Irish playwright of note to write about the Dublin working classes...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth30 March 1880
CountryIreland
military army fighting
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.
wise gay men
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.
prayer needs way
So let us all who pray ask for what most of them need badly, a sense of humor to lighten their way through life, making it merrier for themselves and easier for others.
study states whole
The whole worl's in a state o' chassis.
trying likes world
When one has reached 81... one likes to sit back and let the world turn by itself, without trying to push it.
laughter echoes laughing
A laugh is the loud echo of a sigh; a sigh the faint echo of a laugh.
eye past men
If church prelates, past or present, had even an inkling of physiology they'd realize that what they term this inner ugliness creates and nourishes the hearing ear, the seeing eye, the active mind, and energetic body of man and woman, in the same way that dirt and dung at the roots give the plant its delicate leaves and the full-blown rose.
life song insightful
I have found life an enjoyable, enchanting, active, and sometime terrifying experience, and I've enjoyed it completely. A lament in one ear, maybe, but always a song in the other.
laughter wine men
Laughter is wine for the soul - laughter soft, or loud and deep, tinged through with seriousness - the hilarious declaration made by man that life is worth living.
hope healing dark
When it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me.
greed effort together
Politics - I don't know why, but they seem to have a tendency to separate us, to keep us from one another, while nature is always and ever making efforts to bring us together.
song ears enchanting
A lament in one ear, maybe, but always a song in the other
land history waste
A waste land lit by holy candles.
comedy
We couldn't live without comedy.