Arthur Miller
Arthur Miller
Arthur Asher Millerwas a prolific American playwright, essayist, and prominent figure in twentieth-century American theatre. Among his most popular plays are All My Sons, Death of a Salesman, The Crucibleand A View from the Bridge. He also wrote several screenplays and was most noted for his work on The Misfits. The drama Death of a Salesman is often numbered on the short list of finest American plays in the 20th century alongside Long Day's Journey into Night and A Streetcar...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth17 October 1915
CityNew York City, NY
CountryUnited States of America
Immortality is like trying to carve your initials in a block of ice in the middle of July.
The wedding of Christianity or Judaism with nationalism is lethal.
More Weight -Giles Corey-
Why am I trying to become what I don’t want to be … when all I want is out there, waiting for me the minute I say I know who I am.
Chris: I don't know why it is, but every time I reach out for something I want, I have to pull back because other people will suffer.
It may be that even if half consciously, we choose our personalities to maintain a certain saving balance in the family's little universe.
One can’t stand forever on the shore. At some point, filled with indecision, skepticism, reservation and doubt, you either jump in or concede that life is forever elsewhere
Memory inevitably romanticizes, pressing reality to recede like pain.
Down deep in His heart God is a comedian who loves to make us laugh.
An idol tells people exactly what to believe, God presents them with choices they have to make for themselves. The difference is far from insignificant; before the idol men remain dependent children, before God they are burdened and at the same time liberated to participate in the decisions of endless creation.
Few occasions are as joyous to small children as funerals, almost better than the big wedding blowouts that take place at night when it's hard to stay awake. A small boy will never be harshly criticized at a funeral; he is more treasured as death comes close and all his wickedness vanishes before the inescapable fact that thank God, he is healthy.
In America, any man who is not a reactionary in his views is open to the charge of alliance with the Red hell.
Nevertheless, one learned very early that books had to be respected; they were all putative Bibles and to some small degree had a share in holiness.
It was not really possible to understand oneself, let alone another human being.