For Years After I Resigned, I Was

Miller Didn't Write Death Of A Salesman. He Released It. It Was There Inside Him, Waiting To Be Turned Loose. That's The Measure Of Its Merit.

I Used To Spend Most Of My Time Straining To Be A Nice Guy So People Would Like Me.

I Was The True Future. I Understood Communism Better Than They Did.

I've Come To Believe That Everything Worth Achieving Is Beyond One's Capacity - Or Seems So At First. The Thing Is To Persist, Not Back Off, Fight Your Fight, Pay Your Dues, And Carry On. Effort Is All; Continue And You May Get There Despite Everything.

You've Got To Keep Fighting; You've Got To Risk Your Life Every Six Months To Stay Alive.