Susan Glaspell Quotes

I would supplant the ox with the automobile and pave instead of plowing the fields. 1 have a theory that if a corn field were paved, leaving out a brick for each hill, it would increase the yield, do away entirely with the mud, and give the farmer plenty of time to meditate on lofty subjects. That is only one theory. I have many others.

There is good and there is bad in every human heart, and it is the struggle of life to conquer the bad with the good.

It is through suppression that hells are formed in us.

Seems nothing draws men together like killing other men.

They made small effort to cover their raw souls with the mantle of commonplace words.

We don't see the Bible as it is itself. We see it in relation to a lot of people who surround it. And because we don't care for some of them, we think we shouldn't care for it.

They wonder if she was going to quilt it or just knot it! (The men laugh, the women look abashed.)

Declining to go to church with my parents in the morning, I would ostentatiously set out for the Monist Society in the afternoon, down an obscure street which it seemed a little improper to be walking on, as everything was closed for Sunday, upstairs through a sort of side entrance over a saloon.

I can't think of any sorrow in the world that a hot bath wouldn't help, just a little bit.

Defeat furnishes good material to the poets and the artists, but none of us care to have the glory of the conquered apply to us.

Chicago is many things to many people, and to me, it is a place where you can write.

But he was a hard man, Mrs Peters. Just to pass the time of day with him - (shivers) Like a raw wind that gets to the bone,

We live close together and we live far apart. We all go through the same things-it's all just a different kind of the same thing.

All the rest of it has been so nice and even. And look at this! It's all over the place! Why, it looks as if she didn't know what she was about! (After she has said this they look at each other, then start to glance back at the door. After an instant MRS HALE has pulled at a knot and ripped the sewing.)

There's one form of immortality I like to think about. It's that all those who from the very first have given anything to the world are living in the world to-day.

It was all very unmaidenly, of course; but maidenly is a word love and life and desire may crowd from the page.

Not having children makes less work-but it makes a quiet house.

After all, you didn't stay what your people were. No, it was what you were yourself that counted - why, that was the very foundation of America, thought Brook.

She - come to think of it, she was kind of like a bird herself - real sweet and pretty, but kind of timid and - fluttery.

I - I've never liked this place. Maybe because it's down in a hollow and you don't see the road.

I admire Virginia Woolf so much that I wonder why I don't like her more. She makes the inner things real, she does illumine, and she makes relationships realities as well as people. But I remember the intensity, the thrill, with which I read 'Passage to India.' How I would have hated anyone who took the book away from me.

Hurts of childhood live on; in one form or other they are there to the end.

Resentment opens no door and breeds no courage.

Most of the people of this world are coated round and round with self-esteem, and they're afraid to admit any understanding of the things which aren't good.

Humility's a real thing - not just a fine name for laziness.

And most of all she wondered about the man at the next table whose voice was like ... like a dream which she did not know that she had dreamed.

I go about in the world - free, busy, happy. Among people, I have no time to think of myself.

She used to wear pretty clothes and be lively, when she was Minnie Foster, one of the town girls singing in the choir. But that - oh, that was thirty years ago.

We all have a fight - some an easy one, and some a big one, and if you have formed the idea that there is a kind of dividing line in the world, and that on the one side is the good, and on the other side the bad, why, all I can say is that you have a wrong notion of things.

Come, little one, and let us learn of love.

Little dictionary sprite, sunshine vendor, and girl to be loved.

Some days are happy days - of themselves, as if for their own sakes. They seem to be enjoying themselves, regardless of what use may be made of them.

The facts of another's life do not illumine. Only when we know the heart can we know that life. Only the feeling that made the days can light them.

Nothing here but kitchen things.