Susan Glaspell
Susan Glaspell
Susan Keating Glaspellwas an American Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright, actress, novelist, and journalist. With her husband George Cram Cook she founded the Provincetown Players, the first modern American theater company. During the Great Depression she served in the Works Progress Administration as Midwest Bureau Director of the Federal Theater Project...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth1 July 1876
CountryUnited States of America
light wrong-person may
... you can't put out a light just because it may light the wrong person.
motivation vain spending
Strength diminishes when it seems we are spending it in vain.
past half welcome
Even though you've given up a past it hasn't given you up. It comes uninvited - and sometimes half welcome.
brave desert gone
But mayn't desertion be a brave thing? A fine thing? To desert a thing we've gone beyond - to have the courage to desert it and walk right off from the dead thing to the live thing - ?
defeat cease
To cease to love -- that is defeat.
opportunity brotherhood democracy
Im an American. Weve translated democracy and brotherhood and equality into enterprise and opportunity and success - and thats getting Americanised.
thinking cherish grows
As I grow older, I think friendship between women is a thing to cherish.
time clock standards
What is a clock? Something agreed upon and arbitrarily imposed upon us. Standard time. Not true time. Symbolizing the whole standardization of our lives.
artist care defeat
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.
writing people chicago
Chicago is many things to many people, and to me, it is a place where you can write.
writing made newspapers
I am glad I worked on a newspaper because it made me know I had to write whether I felt like it or not.
effort soul made
They made small effort to cover their raw souls with the mantle of commonplace words.
thinking sorrow world
I can't think of any sorrow in the world that a hot bath wouldn't help, just a little bit.
self half deny
For nothing is so hard to hear as that which is half known, and evaded. One never denies so hotly as in denying to one's self what one fears is true, and one never resents so bitterly as in resenting that which one cannot say one has the right to resent.