Arthur Miller

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.

A small man can be just as exhausted as a great man.

Will you let me go for Christ's sake? Will you take that phony dream and burn it before something happens?

Proctor: I am only wondering how I may prove what she told me, Elizabeth. If the girl's a saint now, I think it is not easy to prove she's fraud, and the town gone so silly. She told it to me in a room alone- I have no proof for it.Elizabeth: You were alone wit

Now, as the weeks passed, there was a future, there was a trouble that would not go away.

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

It is rare for people to be asked the question which puts them squarely in front of themselves

I don't know what the hell I'm workin' for. Sometimes I sit in my apartment__ll alone. And I think of the rent I'm paying. And it's crazy. But then, it's what I always wanted. My own apartment, a car, and plenty of women. And still, goddammit, I'm lonely.

HALE, with a tasty love of intellectual pursuit

What victory would the Devil have to win a soul already bad? It is the best the Devil wants, and who is better than the minister." - Rev. John Hale

Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven.

Betrayal is the only truth that sticks.

Everybody likes a kidder, but nobody lends him money.

Without alienation, there can be no politics.

When it is recalled that until the Christian era the underworld was never regardded as a hostile area, that all gods were useful and essentially friendly to man despite occasional lapsesl when we see the steady methodical inculcation into humanity of the idea of man's worthlesseness - until redeemed - the necessity of the Devil may become evident as a weapon, a weapon designed and used time and time again in every age to whip men into a surrender to a particular church or church state.

The problem was to sustain at any cost the feeling you had in the theater that you were watching a real person, yes, but an intense condensation of his experience, not simply a realistic series of episodes.

The apple cannot be stuck back on the Tree of Knowledge; once we begin to see, we are doomed and challenged to seek the strength to see more, not less.

Can anyone remember love? It's like trying to summon up the smell of roses in a cellar. You might see a rose, but never the perfume.