Quotes from Arthur Miller

Where choice begins, Paradise ends, innocence ends, for what is Paradise but the absence of any need to choose this action?

I cannot sleep for dreaming; I cannot dream but I wake and walk about the house as though I'd find you coming through some door.

Well, all the plays that I was trying to write were plays that would grab an audience by the throat and not release them, rather than presenting an emotion which you could observe and walk away from.

A little man makes a mistake and they hang him by the thumbs; the big ones become ambassadors.

The need of man to wholly realize himself is the only fixed star.

A man is not a bird, to come and go with the springtime.

Don't be seduced into thinking that that which does not make a profit is without value.

The arts can do more to sustain the peace than all the wars, the armaments, and the threats and warnings of politicians.

I still feel-kind of temporary about myself.

He have his goodness now. God forbid I take it from him!

There are many who stay away from church these days because you hardly ever mention God any more.

PROCTOR, his mind wild, breathless: I say--I say--God is dead!

Down deep in His heart God is a comedian who loves to make us laugh.

That is a very good question. I don't know the answer. But can you tell me the name of a classical Greek shoemaker?

I am a good woman. I know it.

I'm sure there are writers who are great businessmen, but I never met any.

Without alienation, there can be no politics.

All we are is a lot of talking nitrogen.

Cleave to no faith when faith brings blood.

People do look to others for some leadership, and it's not bad for them to supply it when they feel that way.

The job is to ask questions-it always was-and to ask them as inexorably as I can. And to face the absence of precise answers with a certain humility.

A good newspaper, I suppose, is a nation talking to itself.

And yet one can't forever stand on the shore; at some point, even if filled with indecision, skepticism, reservation and doubt, you either jump in or concede that life is forever elsewhere.

Certainly the most diverse, if minor, pastime of literary life is the game of Find the Author.